Hey y'all it's ya gorl back at it again with the cheesy love stories of unpopular couples. FYI this is in the same universe as "Speechless" so if you want, you can read that one first (but it's not required or anything). Basically this is just a Highschool AU with different pairings. Happy reading lovelies! xoxoxo
The words aren't falling
out of my mouth
in the same way
anymore.
~ Tyler Knott Gregson
Reyna's shoes clicked down the tiled hallway, a silver MacBook held under one arm. As she passed her fellow students, they smiled at her but made sure to get out of her way. Her dark hair was plaited out of her face, and her head was held high, radiating an air of confidence and poise. Reyna was a woman on a mission.
The final bell had just rung, and students were rushing in the opposite direction to their cars, and to catch their bus. Reyna felt a bit like a salmon traveling upstream, but as she made her way back into the heart of the school, the crowds thinned and eventually disappeared. The faint chatter of high-school students planning their weekends echoed down the halls and she could hear the school jazz band warming up for their last after-school practice of the week.
Finally, she reached her goal: a heavy, paint splattered door that read a barely legible "Room G103" on a neat placard, with "THE ART ROOM" graffitied over the top of it in bright red paint.
Reyna paused to compose herself. She was never an art student, and to be completely honest, had never even set foot in this room. Art students made her a little uncomfortable, it was something to do with the complete lack of organization that seemed to be a common theme through most of them… that and something that just seemed a tad bit chaotic. Reyna was not a chaotic person; everything in her life was neat, organized, and labeled to perfection. She thrived off of structure and predictability: parliamentary procedure was her best friend.
The teen took a stabilizing breath, and raised a clean hand to the paint-splattered doorknob, and pushed the heavy door open. Inside the room was an explosion of color. Paintings were hung on walls and taped onto doors. Clay pots balanced precariously on piles of assorted paper and beat up boxes. Windows stretched across the wall, letting natural light in to illuminate the room, which was full of paint. Paint splattered the tables and the floor, and most prominently: the walls. The walls were covered in artwork, some stretching several meters while others only took up a couple feet. String lights hung from the ceiling, and totes of random fabric were scattered around. Faint symphonic music drifted through the air, which smelled strongly of chemicals and clay. In the eye of all of this hurricane of color sat a girl at a table. Her wild curls were pulled up into a bun which was held together by what appeared to be several paintbrushes and pencils of different sizes. She was bent over something on the surface in front of her, and Reyna could see her neck was covered in freckles.
She cleared her throat,
"Are you Rachel?" she asked, and the girl only held up a color blotched hand. Reyna tilted her head, trying not to be offended by the lack of reply. She opened her mouth again, but the other girl only clicked her tongue. Reyna pursed her lips but waited silently. A couple more minutes trickled by, the red-headed girl hunched over, and the dark haired girl standing awkwardly out of place in an explosion of color.
At last the red-headed girl straightened up and stood up to greet Reyna, a white mug in her hand dotted in color. Now that she was closer, Reyna could see several piercings in her ears, and that her face was as equally as freckled as her neck. The girl grinned,
"Yep! Sorry for the wait, but you caught me right in the middle of something," she took a sip out of her mug and immediately spat it back out, "Shit! Gods, I really need to label these things." Presumably-Rachel went back to her desk and switched mugs with another equally paint covered mug.
Reyna tried to not look as taken aback as she felt, she was truly out of her element in this overwhelming room,
"Okay Rachel, I am Reyna, student body president, and I am here on the behalf of the student government to ask for your cooperation in our new project in the elementary schools: "Seeding Creativity". We know you are the president of the Art Club here at Olympus High, and we would really appreciate the help of your group. Seeding Creativity will be an all-day camp coming up in a couple of weeks that will teach fine-arts to a hundred or so elementary schoolers since their main art classes lost their funding due to a budget cut."
"Okay sure."
"I understand that this will be a ha- wait, did you say okay?" Reyna said in disbelief, this girl was crazier than she thought.
"Yeah! I love kids and it by the looks of you, it would probably be a good thing to have some more creative people helping out with this."
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused. Here's my number so we can get in touch." Reyna was so shocked, that she didn't even resist when Rachel grabbed her arm with a paint covered hand and scrawled nine digits in sharpie down her arm. Then, with a wave of her arm, Rachel went back to her table and promptly hunched back over, obviously done with the conversation.
Reyna stood in the room for a couple more seconds, mouth opening and closing silently before she saw herself out and back into the hallway. She looked back at the door for a split second, shook her head, and walked back out of the school and to her car. There was no use dwelling on rude art students; after all, it was the weekend, and she had an event to plan.
Thanks for reading! This one is kind of short, but I'm setting up the story and stuff. This will probably be about the same length as the last one, and if there is any characters you want to see just tell me in the reviews!