I do not own A.N.T. Farm. The characters are sixteen in this story.
"With every breath she takes," Fletcher spoke in front of the class. He was finishing the poem he had written for the homework assignment. "My heart continues to break." He bowed his head dramatically as the class erupted into applause. He popped his head back up and flashed a grin before handing his teacher the assignment and taking his seat beside Chyna.
He leaned over and gave Chyna a hopeful look, "What did you think?"
Chyna gave him a bright smile and nudged his shoulder, "Beautiful as always Fletcher. Who knew your artistic talented included the use of words."
Fletcher's smile widened, "Yeah well…natural talent," he laughed as he leaned back over to his spot.
Chyna shook her head and turned her attention to the next speaker. At the end of class Fletcher hopped out of his seat and began to pack his bag. Chyna slid from her seat and put her bag on her shoulder, "So what are we doing for lunch today," she asked with a smile.
Fletcher bit his cheek, thoughts of him and Chyna kissing in the school garden flashing through his mind. "Well I was thinking," Fletcher began before seeing Principal Skidmore crossing the room towards them. He furrowed his brow slightly. "How long as Skidmore been here?"
Chyna turned around in time to greet the principal. "Hello Principal Skidmore! How are you doing today?"
Skidmore held up a hand and frowned, "Save it princess." She held up her other hand and shoved a flier at Chyna. "You and art boy need to make this school some paper," she put a hand on her hip, "and get me that trophy." With that said she turned on her heels and left the class room.
"Paper," Chyna said aloud with a brow raised. She looked down at the flier and read it over. "Oh she means the cash prize."
Fletcher leaned over her shoulder to take a look at the flier. "Whoa! Five grand! Sweet." He turned his head to glance at Chyna, "But the competition is in like two weeks and there is this gala thing coming up that I really want to work on."
Chyna giggled and turned slightly so the front of her body faced him more. "Your breath is tickling me cheek," she said without thinking.
The smile from Fletcher's face dropped and his face reddened slightly as he stood there frozen. Chyna gave him a strange look before backing up and walking to the front of the classroom. She laid the flier on Mrs. Salter's desk and waited for the woman to turn off her laptop. "What do you think Mrs. Salter?"
The young women adjusted her glasses and looked over the flier. "Well it is a district wide music and lyric competition." She handed Chyna back the flier and smiled, "In a few years the music and art department will definitely need the money." She shrugged, "It will be a great opportunity for Fletcher to show his gift with words and with your voice you guys are a sure win."
Chyna thought for a moment and glanced at Fletcher who had finally broken out of his trance and stood beside her. "I would like to leave a good foundation for the music and arts department when I graduate," she quietly.
Fletcher nodded his head and pressed his hip against the teacher's desk, "Yeah definitely."
Mrs. Salter looked from Fletcher to Chyna and smirked, "Besides, the way Skidmore shoved the flier at you and left makes me think you don't really have a choice."