Art Class

Part 1

I brushed the paint onto the paper, creating a thick purple stroke.

It was art class, and Ms. Moore had us working on painting techniques, first sketching out drawings, then painting over them. I'll be damned if I actually find it interesting, but compared to some of my other classes, it was extremely enjoyable.

I heard my pencil hit the floor, and sighing, I reached down to grab it, but stopped when a hand hovered near it.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

I looked up, and was cut off when I made eye contact with the girl next to me.

She had long, dark brown hair, pulled back in a lazy bun. She was wearing a loose white shirt, and a pair of black leggings. Her face was sprinkled with freckles, angular and beautiful.

But what were most intriguing were her eyes.

One was a deep brown, fading to hazel in the center. The other was a soft light blue, like the petals of a flower. Both were large, glassy, and observant, taking in everything with curiosity. They were beautiful.

She was beautiful.

Holy shit.

"Um... hi," I breathed. God damn, if I'm going to fall in love with another straight girl I will kill myself.

"Hi." Oh my god, her voice was angelic. She stared at me, looking up and down my face. I blushed, tearing my gaze away finally, instead looking at her shoes. Converse.

So the question is: straight, or not straight?

"Sorry, I was just trying to pick up your pencil."

"Oh, it's okay, thank you." I stumbled over my words. I tried to make eye contact, but I also didn't want my gay to show more than it already was.

"Um. So. What's your name?" She asked.

"Oh, my name? Uh..." I couldn't believe she still wanted to talk to me. I suddenly found it very hard to form sentences.

Damn it, get it together. "I'm Nora," I said, finally(mostly) sounding as if I was educated." What's your name?"

"Emery. Nice to meet you."

"Cute name for a cute girl."

Oh my god. I didn't just say that. Holy shit.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

She spoke over me. "No, no, you're fine. I like compliments from pretty girls."

My cheeks flushed red. Okay, so at least a little gay?

"Um... can I get your number maybe?"

And it seems my mouth has a mind of its own.

She smiled warmly. "Sure thing."

As we exchanged numbers, the bell rang.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," Emery said, smiling once again.

I watched her walk away in complete awe and shock.

What the hell just happened?