I keep my head down as I walk to fifth period. The morning had been relatively uneventful. Some senior had tripped me on my way to forth period, a kid in my English class had thrown my books in the trashcan, I had been hit by countless pieces of paper, but hey, what's new. Right now I was heading to one of my most hated classes, art. It's not that I don't like art itself, I actually quite enjoy sketching and creating something our of nothing, the class is just filled with wannabe jocks that didn't take the required amount of art classes and were being forced to attend the class. I know that art class is supposed to be the one class you can express yourself in, but that's bullshit. The teacher, Mr.Martins, was a short bald guy who couldn't draw for shit. If I ever drew a sketch of something that held the emotions locked in my head, he would criticize me about how demented the whole thing was. I wasn't a very good artist either, I wasn't terrible but I wasn't the best.
I reached the art room as the bell rang and slipped inside the classroom. I walked to the back of the room to claim my assigned seat. The tables were large enough for two chairs per table, luckily I sat alone so I didn't have to worry about being forced to talk to anyone. As I near my seat I notice someone sitting in the usually empty seat beside mine. A pale looking boy with black hair sits in the seat, he has his elbows on the table, his hands raised up to his face and folded together, his chin lightly resting on his hands. His hazel eyes survey the room with curiosity. Suddenly I felt very nervous, anytime someone sat next to me in a class I was stuck with the constant disgusted complaints that seem to be never ending.
I shuffle nervously to the desk and sit down. The guy with hazel eyes looks up at me.
"Hello, I'm Gerard." He said with a certain warmth in his voice. I sat there for a moment unsure of what to do. No one was ever nice to me, everyone seemed to have a special hatred for me. I was lost in what to do, was this guy only messing with me? "Are you alright?" Gerard asks concern laced in his smooth voice. I snap back to reality and decide to answer.
"My name's Frank." I say avoiding looking into his eyes, people took eye contact as a challenge or act of bravery so I had learned to avoide peoples gazes.
"What happened there?" Gerard asks lightly touching the hand print on my face. I wince at the sudden contact and pull away.
"Oh nothing I walked into a pole, clumsy me." I said trying to brush his words off.
"But its a hand print." Gerard argued.
"Its nothing I'm fine." I said a little to defensively. Luckily he just sighed and dropped the subject. We sat in silence until Mr. Martins walked in.
"Good morning class, we have a new student, Mr. Way, please stand." Mr. Martin's monotone voice drones throughout the classroom. Gerard stood up shyly ducking his head down. The class.just rolled.their eyes obviously not caring about the new kid. Gerard quickly sat down and Mr.Martins began teaching his lesson. Gerard watched with interest but I just let my mind wander. Suddenly I drew my attention to Mr. Martin's as complaints from the class rang out.
"Stop complaining, it's just one project, you will be working with the person next to you." He growled at the class sitting down in the squeaky chair behind his desk.
I turn to Gerard in question. "What did he say?" I ask.
"He said we have to make a painting about beauty with our partner." Gerard answered me. The class was now filled with the sound of voices talking about how unfair this was with their partners.
"I won't be much help than." I say with a sigh.
"Why is that?" Gerard asks me.
"Well I don't know anything about beauty." I groan putting my head down.
"I may have a few ideas..." I hear Gerards voice say softly. I hear something in his voice I can't recognise, but I brush it off.
"What?" I ask.
"Oh nothing, would you like to go to the coffee shop in town after school to talk about the project?" Gerard asks me with a smile. I look up and for some reason I can't explain my heart beat a little faster when I saw his smile, It must be my nerves.
"I have to work there right after school, but you can come by and I will talk to you after my shift." I suggested. I know that will make me late to go back home, but for some reason I really want to talk to Gerard.
"How about I walk you there?" Gerard suggests. Before I can stop myself I hear my self replying.
"Deal."

Notes

Hey! So this is kind of difficult to right about since I am including personal experiences, so if there is ever a delay you know why. I am loving the comments you guys are leaving, I couldn't ask for more supportive people!

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