So I know what you're think, what is she thinking starting another fic? Well I have had this one stuck in my head for some time, and instead of posting by chapter I wrote it all first. So hopefully you enjoy this because this is one of my favorites so far. Enjoy Just Kel
Chapter 1
I continued to walk to class as the cool autumn air ruffled my pale blond hair. The bangs swept in front of my eyes, but I couldn't move them with my hands due to the fact that they were full. My canvas and messenger bag were held on my shoulder and under my arm, but my arms barely realized they were there due to their lightweight.
The rushing of other students made me feel insignificant despite my expensive clothing that I had paid with my father's money I still felt unimportant. One would think I would be overpompous like I was in high school, but when you get smart enough to realize that you are just a showdog or a prize racehorse to your parents things don't go as well.
I was smart, athletic, handsome, and artistic, perfect no? My father and mother wished me to be a surgeon just like the rest of our family, but I became the black sheep of the family when I told my family I wished to be an artist.
Sure they put a fake smile on their faces since we had my girlfriend's family over, but when they left my mother and father punished me by taking away me sportscar. I was angry at first, hell I may have made the biggest decision of my life, but that doesn't mean I wasn't still a teenager.
I continued to walk the cobblestone path crunching fallen leaves beneath my shoes and saw the incoming of a brick building that I knew to be my art class. My hands seemed to tingle with anticipation. My hands had always had a mind of their own, making a brushing stroke with a charcoal or gliding an oil pastel across a canvas.
I found myself opening the door for a girl that had mousy brown hair and misty hazel eyes. She had a hint of a smile on her full lips," So there still is a little bit of chivalry in this world."
"So it would seem." I replied politely. I followed her into the room and we went our separate ways her to the back workroom and I to my easel and chair. When the clock struck ten my professor came out. His muffled hair offset his always meticulous clothing and his emerald eyes were alight with excitement.
"Today you all will be doing free-form. There will be a model, and I'd like you to use your own style so I may evaluate it. Treat our model with respect or else you will be kicked out of my class." From the look on his face I could tell he was completely serious.
"Professor Queenscove?" He looked over at me," Are we allowed to use any type of materials?"
"Yes Mr. Stone, you may use your charcoal." ((I hope you realized it was him!)) I nodded my head and as if on cue a girl appeared out of the back workroom. She had a white robe wrapped around her and her face appeared blank on her tan face. When she went to sit down on the chair I realized that it was the same girl I had held the door open for. I was a little dismayed when she unwrapped her robe and she modeled in the nude for my class.
I mean its not like I stared, but when apiece of that much beautiful flesh is in front of a man how can he resist. I stole my eyes away from the girl's curves and looked at my other classmates. Most had about the same reaction to mine, a piece of meat hanging in front of a starving man. The few girls that were in the class were blushing furiously and I could only lightly chuckle to myself.
One boy in particular seemed to not be able to look away and I decided to be higher than these boys and just look from the shoulders up. My hands shook and I gently took out a canvas and laid it against the easel. I studied her blank face and began to trace her stubborn chin with my charcoal. I gently smeared the charcoal with my thumb to give it a softer look.
My hands seemed to move to their own accord and as time went by all I had left to draw was the girl's eyes. They truly puzzled me, they seemed to be filled with nothing and yet filled with everything. I jumped slightly when the great bell rang and I looked up from my easel to see the girl walking hurriedly across the room and before anyone had turned in their artwork she was in the back workroom.
My mind was a bit muddled and I frowned at my unfinished piece, but the scowl deepened once saw what some of my fellow classmates had drawn, they had focused on certain parts of the anatomy. It was apparent that most of my classmates had not learned how to respect a lady. My thoughts were interrupted by Professor Queenscove's voice," Everyone leave your art on the easel and I will see you all next Tuesday."
I began collecting my things and I saw the girl go over to Professor Queenscove. Her back was to me, but I could see the angry expression on his face, but not feeling the need to eavesdrop I continued past them and through the red doors. I found a few of my classmates waiting outside the doorway. I merely raised a pale eyebrow, but continued on my way. Before I could get much farther I felt a tug on my arm and my charcoal struck the ground with a thunderous thump.
I glared venomously at the boy who had caught my arm and I was surprised when my eyes didn't reach his, he stood another half a foot taller than me." That was uncalled for."
"What are you going to do?Get your butler to pick up the mess for you rich boy?" I clenched my jaw as the young man took his heel and crunched the charcoal just as I had done with the leaves before class." Maybe you should pay that girl to be your maid as well." I growled under my breath, but before I could do anything the girl that had been spoken about shoved the boy off guard.
She showed no emotion as she pushed her way through, as I saw the unkind student begin to walk towards her retreating figure I stuck out my foot in front of the youth's skirting feet. He sank to the ground as if in slow motion, I could help but smirk when none of his friends moved to help him up. I jogged away from the stunned group of miscreants, and caught up to the briskly walking girl." I'm sorry about those lads, but to make it up to you I'll take you to the coffee shop." She still hadn't looked my way so I continued to talk," I'm Joren Stone and-"
"Look Mr. Stone I'm not interested." I stopped in my tracks and barely heard her mutter,' Chivalry indeed…' in a scoffing tone.
Well I hope you liked it, because this story is complete. I will be posting one chapter a week. So hopefully you like it, because this is my first 'completed' series.
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