It was finally my favorite class of the day besides lunch, art. It's where I can just sit, relax, and draw for myself. Although, there's another reason why I love that class.

There's this girl who hides behind an easel in the back corner. Never speaking, never breaking eye contact. So concentrated on who or what she's painting. I never saw it, since it's always faced away from me. I always wanted to talk to her, but never found the courage to.

Did I know her name? No. Did I see her in any other class? No. I was pretty unlucky. I wanted to ask the others if they do, but they'll ask questions—it'll get embarrassing.

I made my way to my seat, smiling at the kid next to me. I turned my head to the corner. The easel wasn't occupied by her today. I hope she's here and is just running late. I was going to try and talk to her. The bell rang indicating class started. I slumped in my stool and got my sketchbook out and ready like everyone else has.

We turned towards the squeaky door as the infamous girl came flooding in the classroom. The art teacher looked towards her, "You're two minutes late (Y/n). Please make it to class on time." (Y/n) nodded and uncomfortably made her way to the corner.

(Y/n). So that's her name. She's so quiet that the teacher barely notices her in the back. I started sketching out the lake, how the sun shines off the body of water so beautifully. I drew two silhouettes, one with brown hair and the other with (h/c) .

I felt the blood rise in my face. Was I actually falling for this girl? The quiet painter in the back who hasn't spoken a word since the first day of the school year? I never really knew my interests in relationships. Maybe I'm attracted to girls too. As Todd said, gay is yay.

"Good work today everyone, start packing up, also please clean up. Don't forget your journals are due tomorrow when you walk in."

I quickly cleaned up and made my way to the back. I cleared my throat. "Uh...hey there," I smiled, trying not to sound like an idiot. She looked at me with bright (e/c) eyes, "Oh..umm..hello. Ashley right?" My heartbeat quickened. "You know my name??" She nods, "I heard about you. You're a real good artist." I started getting red again. "Wow, thank you. I do admit, I haven't known your name till today. You're always so quiet back here. Don't you like sitting with people up here??"

She shrugged, "I barely talk to people, plus I can't drag the easel up there. It'll be in the walkway." She's right—shoot. I hummed in thought, "Hey, how about tomorrow I come back and sit with you?" She looked surprised, "You want to sit with me? Why's that?" I tilted my head, "Well, you seem like a great artist too, and it's always better to draw and paint with someone around to talk to. I draw with my friends Larry and Sal all the time."

She smiled, "Alright. I look forward to it." I smiled back.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow's class.