It Starts With I'm Sorry.

Apologizing, sort of

Chapter 3: Apologizing, sort of

I was sliding into my seat as soon as the bell rung. My nose was really sore but I'll have to deal with it. I am definitely not gonna leave just cause I got punched in the face. That would show weakness and in my position that does not need to be shown. Well at least we are in art though. Not much interaction with anybody. Mr. Jenson stepped in front of the class to describe the assignment for the period. "Ok, boys and girls, today we will be working on simple sketching. What will you be sketching? Nature. I want you to resemble something in your life or personality by using nature. Please use shading and texture and make it realistic. Get going." And he released us off to work. Looks as though the light is shining in my path, I love sketching. And with that I zoomed off to work. I had the outline so far and I needed sharing pencils so I got up and walked to the back of the room and opened up a drawer labeled Shading pencils and sharpeners. But on the way I couldn't help but notice Daniel sitting in the back. My curiosity kicked in before my manners did and I snook a peak at what he was sketching. It was amazing. To rows of trees aligned a path. One particular tree was letting the sun peak through its branches to shine upon the ground. A squirrel was preparing to climb a tree and a butterfly fluttered in the air. I was stunned. Why did he have to be hot and talented? But then again he did punch me in the face. Then a thought occurred. Oh yeah I supposed to be mad at this jerk, not stare and admire his beautiful artwork. What has gotten into me? I swiftly turned around and took out a few shading pencils of my liking and returned to my seat, not even daring to look back at him. Once I finished I took a deep breath to examine my work. I was pretty proud of it. I looked around to see everyone else in the class still working. Well with my remaining time I took the shading pencils back to the drawer. But once more I snuck a glance at his drawing. Its even better after being shaded in and adding so much more detail, I gasped. This caused Daniel to turn around. A magnificently red blush approached my cheeks. Great now I look stupid. He obviously saw me gawking at his sketch. I closed the drawer without looking away from him and stepped closer to his desk. Finally I spoke up. But only in a shy whisper. "Your sketch looks nice." I said weakly. This must have surprised him because his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. Ah who was I kidding nice? Just nice? "I mean it looks really nice your a great artist." I don't know what happened but the sentence just flew out of my mouth. Why are you giving the guy who just punched you freaking compliments?! His eyes softened and that was probably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen up close. But before he could say anything and before I could embarrass my self anymore, I dashed to my seat. I bet I look stupid. Not long after we turned in our papers and patiently awaited Mr. Jenson to give us any more instructions or information. "Tomorrow you will present your artwork to the class and prepare a speech about what and why you drew what you did. Then by what I hear I will place you all in groups to do a project to what ever I feel like giving you from what I saw and heard in your presentation. Good luck. Last ten minutes is free time." And with that my teacher walked to his desk and pulled out his phone, best class ever. Except the part where I kind of embarrassed myself. Otherwise, I had a wonderful first period. For the remaining time I pulled out my mini sketch book that I always keep in my bag and doodled little drawings onto the thick pages. All of the sudden as I was finishing up a doodled flower my sketch book was taken out from under my pencil leaving a line from where my pencil scribbled as my book was taken away. I glanced up to see who this person was, maybe it was some prissy blonde jerk to make fun of me but I was mistaken. I did look up at a jerk, but not a blonde one and I'm not so sure a guy can be prissy. Daniel swiftly examined my flower. "Hmm" he mumbled. "Do you need something?" I asked wondering why he has taken my beloved sketch book. "No I don't think so." He said still exams in my sketchbook. "Then may I have my sketch book back?" I asked as politely as possible. "No I don't think so." He repeated once more. "Well why not?" I asked obviously struggling to hold my patience. "Because?" He finally looked at me, making it seem more like a question than an answer. I gave him an I-don't-know-just-give-me-my-book-back-pleading type look. And with that the bell rang and he escaped the room with my book in his hand without saying a word. Great. That's perfect. The hottest guy in school has punched me, made me embarrass my self in front of him, and now has stolen my sketch book and all in one day. Why me?