You've been sitting here for what, ten minutes? You forgot your watch at home so you don't know, really. You start to write the second chapter of your story on a notebook but you hear the sound of someone opening the door. You look up, and in comes the teacher, along with a girl. You widen your eyes because the girl is possibly the most gorgeous girl you've ever seen. She has long, dark hair and brown eyes and caramel skin and you could go on for a while if you wanted to. She's wearing a red flannel shirt with it's sleeves rolled up to her elbows and tight dark jeans. The teacher whispers something in her ear and she moves around, sitting in the chair that's opposite to you in the half circle they're organized in.
The art class starts, and the teacher tells you all to draw whoever you want so he can evaluate what you need to work the most on. You scramble to your feet and walk towards the girl.
-Can… Can I be your partner? – You ask shyly. She simply nods in response.
You both start working on the drawings and you can't help but admire how beautiful she looks as she does so. Her drawing ends up much better than yours but you don't really care though.
The class ends and you all walk out of the door. You're in a hurry to get home and start writing so you walk quickly to the subway station. Sitting on a bench, you look around and watch as people hurry around the place. Someone sits beside you but you don't look. After a while, they poke you in the shoulder.
You turn your head and the girl from the art class is sitting beside you, waving and smiling. You smile as a blush creeps up your cheeks.
-Hey, you!
She starts to make gestures, as if she's writing something down. You think for a second before you assume she's asking for paper and a pen. You take both out of you rainbow colored backpack and hand them to her.
Hi. I liked your drawing. Is what she writes. You must make a confused face (which happens quite often), because she continues writing: I'm mute, btw.
She shrugs like it's no big deal, and for you, it isn't, really.
-Thanks! Though you have to admit, yours is much better – You say, smiling.
It seems like she'll start writing again, but suddenly she gets up, gesturing backwards. You see a train arrived and notice it's your train too, so you walk with her. You take a seat and she sits next to you. You talk a little about why you started the art class, and she does too. She explains she always enjoyed writing and that she saw the opportunity and took it.
When the train comes to a halt, she gets up. You're really sad that she's leaving, so you grab her hand.
-Do you want me to… Uh… Walk you home? The streets can be pretty scary at night.
She seems to think it over for a while and nods, blushing (You didn't know ethnic people could blush but oh well, there is an embarrassing amount of things you don't know).
You walk together. It starts to rain, so you take off your jacket and hand it over to her. She hands it back, but you insist and she ends up taking it. After a while you arrive at her house, and she smiles at you before giving you your jacket and entering her house.
You walk home with a strange feeling, sort of like someone's choking you but also kissing you and you can't focus on just one of them. It takes you a while to be able to focus on writing.