His Bad Boy Ego | ✓

Chapter 3

"You don't think my outfit looks a little too much?" Colton asked me as he ran his hand across his dress shirt.

He was wearing a black dress shirt, black dress pants and a red tie.

"I mean, what are you so dressed up for?" I asked, eyeing him from top to bottom.

I must admit, even though Colton may come off as a nerd, his body was very fit. His muscles appeared through his dress shirt, but not too much to make the shirt rip apart.

"It's for this speech I'm giving today, to the Student Body," he responded.

"Then no, you're not too dressed up," I reassured as I took a second glance at his outfit.

"Alright, stop checking me out," he chuckled as he pressed his finger against my forehead.

I smiled, pushing his fingertip away from my face, "You wish, hot shot."

It's been a few days since I've attended this school, and the only friend I bothered to make is Colton. At least I had a friend around here, I always tend to keep my circle small so having just one friend didn't really bother me. I really liked my alone time anyways.

"Alright," Colton started, "I got to go now. I'll catch up with you later."

I nodded and waved him goodbye as I walked towards a random hallway.

Even though this school was quite big, I was able to trace out where the main parts of the campus: the gym, cafeteria, my classes, and most important, the art class.

That reminds me.

I turned back around and started walking towards one of the private art classes, where students can come in and spend their free time painting, drawing, making art, basically.

The art class is where I felt the most comfiest. This school is nice and all, but I never felt myself fitting into any of the cliques here. Even though there are other artistic kids in this school, majority of them are competitive. They want to be the best of the best, or part of the popular kids; so there was no real passion for art.

I opened the door to the empty classroom and set my bag down. Breathing deeply, I stared at the blank canvases set in front of me. It reminded me of one of my artwork that was ruined by the jerk, so called Landon. I huffed in annoyance from the memory, and sat down on the stool.

I pulled out my phone and went in my playlist, playing "Alaya (Outro)" by xxxtentacion for inspiration. Even though x was known for his crazy music and hyped up beats, the new album was very close to heart. His music was even more powerful than they were before.

I cleared by throat as I lost track of reality. My brush stroked against the canvas softly, and before I knew it, the painting was finished.

My breath stopped as I stared at the painting in front of me. Sometimes, I don't even know what I'm capable of. I smiled proudly as I slightly bit my lower lip. If anyone was watching me right now, I'd probably look like a crazy girl fantasizing over her own artwork. I blew against the canvas in effort of making the paint dry faster before my next class start. However, paint doesn't dry that quickly.

Instead, I grabbed a sticky note from my back and wrote "Wet painting! Don't touch please." And stuck it to the wooden pencil holder right below the canvas. I stepped back and admired the color of the painting really quick before packing up for my next class. Smiling as I exited the room, I found myself running to a pile of kids in the middle of the hallway. Everyone was rushing towards one side of the hallway. Confused, I followed the crowd.