As soon as I got out of my lesson I went to Art. Connor cut me off from my daze.
"I will meet you at the Art room before I the bell goes. I have guitar practice." Connor spoke quickly, before running off to the instrument store room.
When I got to Art I noticed someone was there. James Mcvey. I ignored his presence and sat in the corner of the room, in front of a new canvas.
"James I will be right back." Sighed Mr Jones.
James nodded. Turning, back to the primer and ready canvas I took a bite of the sandwich that I just got out my bag. Finishing, the sandwich I decided to do another portrait. I scrapped my feet along the floor to the other side of the room where the walking cupboard held the supplies I would need. I could feel James' eyes burn into my back making me nervous. He watched my every move making me shake. When I went to grab the white paint on the top shelf it wobbled then fell on the floor making a tub of paint brushes fall as well. The sound was a loud continuous clash as each paintbrush dropped on the floor below, luckly the white paint didn't bust.I bent down to pick up the paintbrushes and turned up the pot they where in. I started to pick up a few at a time when I noticed another pair of hands as well. Looking, up I saw James Mcvey. We looked at each other for a minute or so before I looked down and put the last of the brushes back.
"Thank you." I said quietly, putting the paintbrushes that were too large for my piece.
"Wait, what did you say. Not to sound rude, I just couldn't hear you." James asked.
"I said thank you." I spoke louder and more confident, as I put my hair into a bun and took the different paints I would need back to my canvas.
I could feel James follow my steps.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I was just wondering if I could have your number?" James asked.
"Why would you want my number." I frowned my eyebrows.
"So you can help with Art." James laughed, making me anxious and stupid.
James ripped off a piece from a scrap homework sheet in his pocket, then scribbled his number down.
"Text Me." James smiled.
"MCVEY, BACK TO YOUR SEAT!" Mr Jones shouted as he got back into the room clearly in a bad mood.
I started to paint the A2 canvas as me and James exchanged ocassional glances.
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Friends With Benefits || James Mcvey, The Vamps ||
Fanfiction《ON HOLD》 Autumn Grace is a unknown girl in the crowd. The girl at the back of the class room and nobody actually realises she is there. Autumn spends her lunches with half a sandwich in one hand and a paint brush up against a canvas in the other. O...
