Beautiful Chaos {On Hold}

~5. I'm Stealing Your Phone.

The artists -

Pencils, paints, shades.

Splattered on

Papers, boards, sheets.

His eyes -

Big, rare, inscrutable.

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Strolling straight to the kitchen, I reached out for my phone from my back pocket as it beeped. I typed in my password to see who the message was from.

Seeing Jessica's chat pop up, I chuckled to reply to her text.

Sista 💜💜
Online

typing...

Heyyyyy

Hola! ☺

Wassup

Nm, just looking for the
school's kitchen to get a fork.

Eiiii.
What's it for?😂

Noodles.

When I noticed someone staring at me from afar, I narrowed my eyes and glanced back at the person to see the guy from the coffee shop, he was talking to someone, yet had an eye on me.

I'm so bored!!
Come and rescue me, please.

I laughed and tucked my phone back into my pocket and headed straight to the guy, but before I could reach him, he entered the room that was close by.

Sauntering to the room too, I entered it to meet other students also. They all had papers in front of them. Some had a pencil in their hand, some with paintbrushes, while some, their hands were messed up with the shade of a pencil or paint.

They all had aprons on to protect the casual clothes they had on from paints, and they sat in a big circle working on something.

The walls were painted and blessed with the talents of these young artists. It was as if they had divided the room into three places. At one corner, the wall was painted with dark colours with shades as the moon and stars displayed and stood for the existence of night time.

In the middle of the room, the wall was painted with bright paints as the sun that was drawn and designed did its miracles on the wall and at the other end of the room showed dawn - the rising of the sun and human hands from different races lifted. It was wonderful.

The people were divided into three groups as each group worked on the different sides of the room. I searched around for the guy I had seen earlier, but I couldn't find him. I was about to step out when a girl waved at me. I raised my brow and waved back at her as she came running towards me.

"Hello, I'm Alicia," she stretched out her hand.

For a second, I was stuttered with the actions she had done. Talking to strangers was just the last thing I'd want to do. Well, if you were a new student I wouldn't approach you first, I'd just sit and watch, and if you ended up being cool with other people like you didn't bite them, or you weren't clingy, I'd move on to talk to you but this? I'd never do it.

I looked down at her hands, then back at her. I'm sorry, dear, but I don't shake hands; neither do I allow people to touch my hands.

When she saw that I wasn't going to shake her, she dropped her smile and had a shy expression placed over her face.