Chapter 5:
Christine’s Pov:
Great. I’ve got a detention and Derek doesn’t, bloody cheek. I have to help out in art until 6pm, yawn.
I walk up to Mr Watts’ room and knock on the door. No answer. I knock again. Same thing. The lights are on, so I open the door and walk in. There’s a boy sitting at the centre table, painting a portrait of someone; his head shoots up when I shut the door behind me.
“Sorry am I disturbing you?” I ask
“No it’s i-ight” he smiles.
He has dark brown skin with big brown eyes to match. He has extremely dark hair which is pulled into two braids which hang over his shoulders and he’s wearing a navy blue beanie.
“Do you know where Mr Watts is?” I wonder
“He left for a meeting, he said he’ll be back later to check on a girl named Christine Banjoko” he smirks “I’m guessing you’re her”
“The one and only” I smile and he laughs
“You’re funny” he compliments “I’m Raquan, but you can call me RayRay”
“Hey Ray. And thanks” I reply “I’ll let you get on with your work” I head over to the art sink and begin washing the sink, paint brushes and palettes “Gees, how much paint can a couple of students get on a God-D*mn sink?!” I mutter angrily to myself
“You alright there?” he asks
“Yeah I’m good” I lied “Err…do you know what I’m supposed to do next?” I say when everything is spotless
“I think you’re supposed to mix some paints for next lesson”
“Oh okay…one more question”
“Fire away” he assures
“This is gonna sound really stupid, but how to you mix paint? I’m used to it just coming out of a bottle” I explain
“C’mon, lemme show you” he walks over to the sink, so I follow. He hands me a paint pot, squirts a little bit of blue and red paint then gives me a paint brush.
“So…” I ask, looking down at the paint and then to him
“You stir it well baby” he says sexily.
I burst into a fit of giggles “You got that from Justin Bieber didn’t you?”
“Maybe” he laughs with me.
I take hold of a paintbrush and begin to stir the paint; I speed up a little bit.
“Err…Christine…you might want to slow down”
“No I’m fine” I continue to stir hurriedly
“No I seriously think you should slow down now, just in case it-”
A massive blob of paint flew off of my bowl and hit him in the face; a streak of multi-coloured paint dripping diagonally down his face “-spills” he squints his eyes shut as he wipes the paint away from them
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” I say in between laughs, grabbing a tissue and help him wipe the paint off
“I’m fine” he assures with a grin
“You sure?” I ask, watching him pick up a bottle of red paint and opening the lid
“I’m good, honestly” he smiles evilly
“Okay good because for a second there, I thought you was mad at m-” he squeezes the bottle hard and points it in my direction, red paint splattering all over my outfit. I gasp silently and then glare at him.
