(Grace's outfit up above, photo off pinterest)
Grace's POV:
It had been a few days since my last encounter with Claire, and unfortunately it seemed like as if we had no classes together, I still felt incredibly guilty for flirting with her. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable or feel disgusted by me but she hadn't sent any of her "barbie's" after me or even glanced at me in the hallways so I'm guessing that she just brushed the whole thing off.
Since it was a Friday and the school had a football match, I had barely seen Jake all day and Annie had been a nervous but excited wreck all day. We had planned to go and watch Jake play and then head to the after party being held at this seniors house. Annie had informed me that it wasn't a particularly important game and an easy win on our end but that it was a good moral booster for the beginning of the season, personally I didn't really care, as long as everyone had fun and didn't get injured, I didn't mind, nothing wrong with a bit of friendly competition.
Today I was wearing a stripped shirt, and long denim shorts with white JD sport trainers and I left my hair down, with a red hat to top it off as it was sunny today. Coming out of English Annie and I were discussing where to meet for the game, as it started at 6 but Annie had to be there early as she was team manager, we decided that I would just stay with her so that I wouldn't have to get Mrs. Willow to drive me back and forth in such a short time frame.
We parted ways as I headed for my photography class and she went to her Art class. It was my first official photograph class, as in Britian I had always done it as a hobby and had never taken an actual class, not like the schooling system in the Britian could allow that anyway. As I walked in I noticed a seating plan on the board, I quickly spotted my name and sat in my assigned seat, not bothering to look at the other person's name who was going to be sitting next to me.
More people started to trail in, it wasn't that big of a class, much to my surprise, I counted around 16 people so far and the bell was going to go any minute now. As soon as I thought that the bell went and I leaned down under my desk to retrieve my notebook and pen, as I was doing this my "desk buddy" sat down next to me. I looked up to see who it was, I immediately froze when I was met with gorgeous blue eyes. Claire. A surprised look covered my face, her face mirroring my own, before I got my act together and quickly plastered a smirk on face. "Hey," I said but before she could respond the teacher came through the door. She was a tall skinny looking women with flowy clothing, and a bunch of rings on her hands, she reminded me of a free spirit, one that belonged with nature and freedom. She introduced herself as Miss Hawick, her name suited her to be honest.
Miss Hawick then pulled out a poly pocket from her desk that had numerous pieces of white paper folded up in it. She then went to the first desk and asked a student to pick out a piece of paper, the student did as she asked with a confused look on his face, Miss Hawick then proceeded to ask him what was written on the paper, it was "Dogs". "So your collage is going to be on dogs," She started, "you can pick any breed you want, even multiple, and put it all together with different pictures that you have taken yourself," she put a big emphase on the word "yourself" signalling that this wasn't going to be an easy task. She also said that we had to gather information and interesting facts about the topic that we had been given.
Miss Hawick made her way around the room, giving each person their topic, until it came to our table. Claire stuck her hand in the bag and pulled out the last one and opened it, I looked over her shoulder to see the words, "love" written in cursive handwriting on the paper. "Oh how lovely, I will be looking forward to see what you girls can come up with!" Miss Hawick said cheerfully before she headed to the front of the class, to give more details on when the assignment was due in, but I wasn't really listening anymore, all I was thinking was, how are we going to do a collage on love?
YOU ARE READING
Just me and her
Romansa"I'm not gay." "You sure about that sweetheart? Because my gaydar is never usually wrong." ------------------‐-----------------‐--------------‐------‐------ Just a story about two girls falling in love and hoping for acceptance.