Life is just a blur

The bell rings. Mrs Garland writes the Maths homework on the blackboard and walks out of the classroom. Everyone starts talking and Frank turns his chair to face me.
"So" he pauses "do you like art?"
'Art' I think before answering. 'I remember something about art'

Moving the brush, I painted a white line, to proceed shadowing with grey and light blue. Light brown for the hair, long and straight. The skin should be a little tan, because he spends a lot of time flying, trying to reach the sky. His sharp features create a contrast between his face and his soft feathers. Thinking about the colour of the sky, I accidentally painted my right cheek blue, then I saw a hand in front of my face, moving...

-Gerard?- a voice calls
I blink a few times and hear someone giggling.
-What happened? You stared at me for like five minutes without answering ti my question- Frank continues
-Art- I sigh -Yes, I love art. Do you?- I answer, still trying to figure out who the boy with wings (or actually an angel?) was.
He nods and turns his head to watch a man.
-You're lucky- he whispers -Art class now!-
"Great!" I think
The professor starts calling the students' names. Everyone starts raising their hands and mumbling "Here", when they hear their name.
-Way- the teacher pauses and gazes at me while I raise my hand -Are you new?-
-Yes, sir- I say

"No one ever tells me anything, ha"

Wait, who said that?
I watch the teacher, Mr Laufey, collecting the materials for his job and giving them to the students.

"They all think my subject is worthless! Well, I'll call Mrs Garland when I will use what she teaches in real life! As if people used trigonometry for something"

I look at Frank, furrowing my eyebrows.
Frank gives me a questioning look.
"What happened?"
"Oh, God, am I starting to hear nonexistent voices?" I think and look up sighing.
Frank takes a sheet of paper, paint and two brushes in different sizes.
"What should I paint?"
That's Frank's voice, but he didn't move his lips.
Our eyes meet. Mine trying to understand and Frank's deciding who he is going to transfer on the paper. Frank smiles.
"Uh, the hardest part will be colouring his eyes, they're... Strange. Hazel, green and golden. I could get lost in them"
"What?" I thought. Wait.
I can hear what people think? It was the teacher before, now it's Frank.
I can feel myself blushing while thinking about what I heard from the boy sitting next to me.
Well, if he's going to paint me, I might as well do the same with him.
I grab black and red watercolours, a small brush, a pencil and a black ink pen.
I start drawing Frank's facial features, his eyes looking up to his left, where I decide to draw a pair of wings.
While I colouring his lips red, I feel him looking at me.
-What are you painting?- I ask, already knowing the answer
"The most stunning boy ever" I hear his thought
-Uh, you- he says and I feel my eyes becoming smaller while I try to stop myself from smiling
I can't seem to succeed, so I look at him smiling.
His cheeks become red as he sees himself on my paper, his mouth forms a 'o'.
Going back to my work, I start to shadow the wings while my mind goes back to the angel I remembered painting. Was that a flashback of my old life? Was I a human? What was my life like? Did I have a family? Friends? A lover?
I've got a lot of questions in my mind.
I wait for the paper to absorb the watercolour and I feel my hair brushing my forehead.
Deciding not to draw the out, and I let my mind wander.
I know I have seen the boy I was painting in the flaskback. I don't know where. I could have dreamt of him. Maybe that means he was part of my life.
I want to know more.
I need to know more.
Frank shows me his work.
I can't help but blush and lean to him and whisper -Thank you, honey- in his ear.
I feel him shiver, and I sit correctly and hand him my watercolour painting.
"Am I really like this? He can see beauty in everything" Frank thinks
-No, Frank, I see beauty in you- I tell him. I'm serious, I would never joke on something like this. I love the way his pale skin reflects the light, the way his red lips curl into a smile and how his eyes start glowing when something that makes him happy happens, his jawline, how his hair falls on his eyes and the way his left hand fixes them to let him see.
His eyebrows knot, and I blush. Shit, I just answered to his thoughts.
Frank opens his mouth to say something when the bell rings, and I shift to my seat hiding under my hair.
"Wow, I wanted to cut it but it's more useful like this" I think.
Another hour of boredom and then there's the break. Thank God.

"You're welcome."

Notes

Heeey. Read this before starting to read the chapter.
Okay, here's how to read.
Italic between " " is other people's thoughts
Just italic is dreams/flashbacks
Bold is God.
End of the guide, yay! Don't read more, there are spoilers!

We're learning something about Gerard's past, what do you think happened before he became a farshee?
And he can read minds??
And he talks with God???

Anyway, from tomorrow I'll be on holiday without internet for a week, so I won't upload. I'm sorry.
Hope you enjoy the chapter. Let me know what you think!
xo,
Sara