Chapter Title: awful drawings
Boomer's P.O.V.
The school was huge and a lot of girls fit in Bubbles description. I knew she loves fashion, but so does almost every girl in the school. I rolled my eyes as I entered my first class, this was going to take a long time, but this was going to be worth it.
I noticed the classroom was almost empty, except for a girl who sat in the corner. She had a white hoodie over her head and made some coughing noises. I figured the girl was probably feeling awful and I walked to her.
She tried to smile at me when I seated down next to her but failed miserably. I tried to rub her back, but she flinched at my touch. ''Are you okay?''
She nodded and told me it was just a cold, but that didn't ease my mind. If she was sick, she needed to be home instead of in school. ''Listen, If you feel so bad, I think it's better if you go home''
She disagreed again and pulled a picture out of her hoodie pocket. It was her and a blond guy, kissing. ''He broke up with me in the rain yesterday. He was my first love and now, he's gone.'' She looked at me with those sad Blue orbs as she stretched out her hand.
''Sorry, that was very rude of me. My name is Miyako, Lord Boomer'' I smiled happily at the girl, who seemed to be excited that class was about to start. ''Nice to meet you Miyako, but please call me Boomer when my brothers aren't around.''
She gave a small smile and turned to her fashion sketches. I looked from my table to hers and noticed the details of the dress she was drawing. Oh my, she is good!
How am I supposed to fool all these girls and tell them that I'm here because I like fashion and not searching Bubbles?
The classroom now filled up with student and class started. This was going to be a long day.
Miyako/Bubble's P.O.V.
My encounter with Boomer had been a nice one, but then again it couldn't be worse. Cody-chan broke up with me yesterday, saying everything was a lie and he wanted a more adventures girlfriend, like Kaoru. If he only knew her…she would crush his soul if she finds out.
I tried to focus on something else, distracting me from my heartbreak, when I noticed Boomers assignment. His fashion drawing was one of the worst I have ever seen, but I did see his intentions.
I giggled while I gazed and he noticed, raising a brow at me. I quickly resumed my work and giggled another time, before I looked back at him. He looked really adorable, biting his tongue to concentrate, which seemed to ease the pain in my heart. Strange, was all I could think of but I ignored the feeling and resumed my work.
It was only after class, that I noticed Boomers awful drawing again. He seemed to be very unhappy with the results and looked kind of sad. He looked at my drawing and paled even more.
''Your ideas are good, but you need to practice your drawing skills a little more.'' I don't know why I said that out loud but I guess I felt kind of sorry for him. He did seem to cheer up by my words and relaxed a little. For some reason, he kept staring at me and I wondered what he was thinking.
''Can you teach me, how to draw like you?'' Thinking about it, I thought why not? I mean I'm only helping him out with his drawings. It's not like I'm helping him to destroy the world.
''Sure, If you want that,'' Boomer smiled softly at me and I could swear I saw something spark in his eyes. Like something changed in the way he looked at me.
By now class was over, so I stood up and walked to my locker, which emptied it's content when I opened it. Love letters, gifts, and notes fell all over the floor, covering the ground around my feet.
Sighing I closed my new locker and got on my knees to clean the floor from all the cards and letters. I used to love this, but now I don't feel like I deserve a new love and second off all…I don't want anyone to be my rebounder.
As I stretched out my right arm, I connected with a hand who was apparently helping me. It appeared that Boomer was the one helping me and I looked shocked at him. He seemed to be very calm and pushed all the papers in a garbage bag, which he held In his left hand.
''Same problem I see..'' I looked behind him and noticed he was right. His locker was right next to me, half opened with a lot of fluffy teddy bears and love notes. I couldn't help but laugh, finally, I meet someone with the same problem. It's not like every girl or boy gets this kind of attention.
So, we helped each other, started talking about how these events happened and laughed together before we each went to our own class. Sharing a class with Boomer isn't as bad as I thought.