"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.

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."


4. candy

"What's this world come to?" I mutter out of pure disgust as the girls, and the boys next to me gush over Malik's butt. All he did was drop a damn paintbrush and now everyone is talking about fucking him.

I roll my eyes as I finish the sketch for the day. We had to draw something from our past. It could be either good or bad, which honestly made it hard for me to choose.

I tear the paper out of my sketchbook and put down my initial as I put it on Malik's desk. I soon walk back to my seat and pick up my materials, ready to leave as soon as possible.

"Professor Malik is just so kind and beautiful!" gushed Casey as she and her friends squealed. I scoffed as I couldn't believe that they wouldn't shut up about him already.


"Something wrong?" asked Casey as she grabbed my attention. I gasped as I looked at her with my hands waving her off as I said, "What? No, I just-"

"You just what? Think there's someone better than Mr. Malik." she rudely interrupted as she took steps forward while I took steps back. Casey kept pointing her nail polished finger at me to the point where I stepped into the sculpture behind me.

It shattered to the floor as everybody gasped. I looked up to see Malik crossing his arms over his chest as he skeptically looked at us.

"Look what you did Candy!" shouted Casey as my eyes widened and I said, "What? Me? You kept pushing me backwards!"

"No, I didn't. You're just too clumsy, obviously." She said as she slipped her hair. My small hands tightened into fists as I said, "You're so freaking unbelievable you know that!"

"That's enough!" shouted Malik as I looked over at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed out of frustration.

"Class dismissed, Candy you stay here. I have some stuff I need to discuss with you." he announced as my face showed an expression of pure anger and shock.

Everybody quickly gathered there stuff and left the classroom, I even noticed Louis wriggle his eyebrows at me as Harry waved goodbye and mouthed 'good luck'.

The classroom was now empty except for Malik and I. He had opened the closet door in the corner and had taken out a broom and dusting pan. He walked over to me, practically shoving them into my hands. He pointed to the mess and walked back to his desk.

I stomped my foot on the ground and gritted my teeth as I said, "This wasn't even my fault!"

"Enough, now clean." he demanded as I huffed out of annoyance, while he packed his bag.

"That sculpture was going to be sold at an auction to raise money for the school and now it's gone. That sculpture was worth fifteen grand!" he said as my jaw dropped.


"I said it was worth-"

"I heard what you said."

"I hope your happy. I already knew you hated me, but I didn't think you'd ruin something so important to me." he explained as I just stared at him.

I then said something I never thought I'd say to him. "Fuck you, you probably don't really care and are just here for your geriatric perverted needs."

You dropped everything you held in your hands and begin to laugh hysterically.

"Is that what you think I am? A pervy old man who doesn't care about art?" you laughed out.

"Pretty much, yeah." I answered as you stopped laughing.

"Love, I'm just a twenty four year old, who wants to share his passion for art with a younger generation." you explained as my eyes widened.

Twenty four? I would've thought you were in your late twenties! Instead you're three years older than me.

"I'm terribly sorry." I say as you mumble a small 'whatever'.

I clean up the mess and soon offer, "Is there a way I can pay you back for this piece?"

You thought for a moment, but then grew a devious smirk on your face as you said, "I'll let you know soon."

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