G4L( gangster for life)

Im gonna break that bitches face(pt2)

✨Savanna✨

"Alright class today, were going to do something different. As you may know today, is Monday. Indicating that we are going to have a free draw. But not today...... Instead....... We are studying Picasso!" Mrs. Argentina said.

The whole room was filled with boo's, moans and groans. Me? I just sat there, to be honest with you I was getting really tired of free draw in the art studio. It was always, a day when I drew what I had the urge to draw-what I wanted to draw, and then there were day where I drew almost everything under the sun and had not a damn thing at all. So really, Mrs. Argentina giving us an assignment was a blessing. Today was one of those day were I had not shit to draw, nor paint.

"No if, ands or butts about it. That is that." Mrs. Argentina stated, holding her ground. I guess she knew that there would be complains from everyone, but me of course.

And then Chade Knight-one of my old grade school crushes- raised his hand waiting to be called on.

"Yes, Chade?" Mrs. Argentina asked.

"Yes Mrs. Argentina, excuse me for askng this...but why Picasso. No one knows a thing about him really." Chade says.

I couldn't help but giggle. It was soo....so Chade.

"Well Chade, Picasso was a great artist of all time. You see, Picasso was a Spanish painter, sculptor,printmaker, poet and playwright who spent most if his adult life in France. Picasso demonstrated extraordinary artistic talent in his early years. As many others focuses on getting the person and the facial features, Picasso did no such thing. He focused on grasping what was inside,what everyone else could not see." Mrs. Argentina stated with so much amazement in her eyes, as if she was there to witness the whole thing.

"So what your saying is, Picasso is basically some freakish weirdo who used pencils and paint to draw what he imagined." Dylan Hawk shouted. "Talk about booorring."

"Or maybe that he was just some stupid dick face that banged the shit out of some girl, then afterwards painted her, mixing a little bit of her pussy into it?" Nicholas Petrolas teased.

The while class burst into laughter while I on the other hand, rolled my eyes and sighed.

"No jackass, she's saying that Picasso was more than other artists. He was something different, he had something different. Something that others couldn't touch. He more so, took chances and risks, and bought others attention. Then maybe later on after, he got some cuddie." I said with a grin staring at Dylan and Nicholas.

"Oh, look who decided to join the conversation after keeping shut on us all week last week." Dylan said exchanging a grin with me.

"Shut up." I stated.

"Good job Savanna! That's is exactly what I was trying to get across to. Thank you for wording it so these stupid boys could comprehend." Mrs. Argentina said smiling eat to ear. "Ok so guys I'm gonna put up a portrait that was once made by Picasso and I was you to try and make something similar to it. Go!"

As soon as she said that everyone went to the back of the room to grab all of the supplies we needed for our work. Once I reached the back, after waiting for all the clumps of other kids pushing and shoving I was met with Nicholas and Dylan. Dylan just stood against the wall with a cool look on his face,arms crossed on his chest, right foot supporting him on the wall. Nicholas on the other hand was grabbing a paint brush and some cups for him and Dylan until he saw me, and smilled.

"Well,well,well. Look what we have here." Nicholas said before putting down the art supplies and running over to me and crushing me with his super strong arm around me. I thought my lungs would give out any moment.