As I've grown through the years I have learned to tolerate and accept the idea that I'm not going to like everyone and vice versa. It's been a week and my theory has been tested by Professor Malik and my classmates.
The girls in my class are quite annoying as they constantly drool and desperately flirt with him. Liam stopped coming after that one class as he got annoyed by all the girls gushing. I don't blame him though, I mean I wouldn't mind slamming one of their heads against their painted canvases just to shut them up.
Out of my classmates I have only made two friends who go by the names of Harry and Louis. They're both bisexual and constantly flirt back with each other and some of the other girls. Just like Liam, they moved from England at a young age.
It was now Monday morning again and I sat between Louis and Harry, who keep giggling and sending each other flirty looks as I listen to some Twenty One Pilots music. Class is about to start any second and to be honest it feels like a drag when all your teacher does is tell you to learn the history. If I wanted to learn the history of art I would've taken that class instead, but I didn't because I wanted to do some hands on work.
"Morning class!" said Malik. I have decided to call him Malik for he annoys me beyond my limits. I honestly have drawn sketches of myself choking the man as I yell at him to let us sketch. Liam was quite impressed with sketches especially since I drew us like we were anime characters. But my father who owns the diner I work at, now thinks I'm a psychopath and is worried about me.
But unlike any other day, today was the day I learned a different side about you. A side that I never knew existed.
"Art doesn't just get created on its own." you explained with hand gestures as you reached into the small painted can filled with various types of paintbrushes.
I would've thought you would've grabbed the biggest brush or maybe even the cleanest, but instead you got the smallest one that was covered completely in paint.
I smiled, realizing that I was completely impressed with your choice. I heard someone clear their throat and looked to the side.
Casey, was one of the girls in my class, who was too desperate for attention. I'd say she was the leader of the little group of desperate flirts.
Casey had raised her hand, making me roll my eyes as you chuckled.
My lips parted for I didn't mean for you to see that. You then said, "You're question Casey?"
She cleared her throat as she puckered up her lips more and said, "We'll how is art created then Mr. Malik?"
You can hear her nasal voice trying to sound as seductive as possible and though people get annoyed I got to give her credit she did sound pretty seductive.
You cleared your throat, making me look back at you as you stared into my eyes.
You opened your mouth and said, "You to need to imagine it first, and then show it off."
I eventually break away from the awkward staring and loom down at my sketchbook, which had been filled with notes. I honestly just want to sketch not write boring facts.
"Now how about we sketch?" I heard you say as I looked up from shock.
I heard Louis mumble, "About damn time."
As Harry said, "Now let's see those lovely naked models."
I chuckled as I waited for our model to come out. My cousin had taken this class last year and told me it was an easy A, for all he did was sketch naked women and men.
But I'm not only in it for the grade, I'm here because I actually want to be an artist. So I'm a bit relieved when I see that we'll be sketching.
But instead of sketching someone, you assign us to sketch something else.
"Sketch something or someone that frustrates you. Makes you want to rip your hair out, or rip their heads off. Sketch and I will collect it at the end of class." you announced as a devious smirk grew on my face.
"Excellent." I mutter to myself.
"Have an idea?" asked Louis as I smiled and said, "Yup."
"Same, I'm drawing Louis and how I want to kick his ass every time he forgets to pick up his dirty underwear off the floor." jokes Harry as Louis flips him off.