The Elite Four

chapter 4

chapter 4

* Tarynn's POV *

I heard the lunch bell ring and got up in an instant. Moving over to Zoey, I looked at my schedule for the day and read the contents.

"I have art class next." 

Glancing over at the table, I noticed Drake, Zoey and Max getting up and following me.

Excitedly, Zoey took my arm. "Perfect! We're all having the same art class now so c'mon, off to see Mr. Traven!" she said as we made our way out of the cafeteria.

"Mr. Traven?" I asked curiously as the familiar surname played in my mind.

"Yup, he's the husband of Mrs. Traven. He's a really nice teacher." said Zoey. Her eyes were glowing in admiration as she talked. It seemed that she was a really big fan of my new art teacher and I could sense the passion for art that she had. "They met one another in this school and began dating at a pretty old age and then, they got married." said a dreamy Zoey. "I never understood why Mrs. Traven was the one he chose and even though I love teasing the old hag, it's so adorable to see those two together. They fit one another perfectly and it felt great feeling true love radiating from them, even at such an old age."

She sighed wistfully and looked up, clasping her two hands together. "True love... I hope it exists."

"It does."

All of us turned our heads in surprise at Drake who made that comment.

"Oh, it does?" asked Max. "And so, who made you realize that?"

Instantly, my heart sank. I silently begged for Drake to not have someone else in mind.

"No one did. I just know that true love exists." said Drake.

I sighed in relief. Thank goodness.

"Yes, of course it does. One day, I'll find my prince charming." chirped Zoey.

Max smirked at her. "I'm dying to know who'd be able to stand a fiery redhead like you." He then pretended to think seriously whilst tapping his chin with a finger.. "Hmm... only Zeth could pull off such a stunt. He's really patient."

We all chuckled heartily as I nodded in agreement with my brother.

I saw Zoey's cheeks flush pink as a warm blush started to spread through her face. Oh so there could be something going on between the two.

"Oh please, Take is more scandalous." she said, stifling a laugh.

"Take?"

"Tarynn and Drake." said Zoey as she rolled her eyes at no one in particular.

I halted my steps as a new blush flames across my cheeks. I ducked my head as both Zoey and Max chuckled.

"Enough with that." said Drake as he slung an arm over my shoulders. Immediately, I tensed up and my blush turned into an even darker shade of red.

"Darynn sounds much better." Drake spoke.

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We turned to a corner and instantly, the strong smell of paint engulfed our senses. An elderly gentleman came running out of one of the classrooms with a worried expression on his face. Paint was splattered all over his clothes and he was frantically wiping away the beads of sweat that were forming on his pale forehead.

"What's wrong, Mr. Traven?" asked a very worried Zoey.

I watched as my art teacher's eyes looked at Zoey in relief. "Oh Ms. Quinette, thank goodness you're here!" he said gratefully while still wiping the sweat of his face. "I actually need a favor from you."