Art Class
A/N" This chapter should've been called Embaressing Encounter, LOL. The next one hopefully will be better.
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Emily slipped out of the classroom to her locker. She didn't know what to say to poor Clyde. He wanted to know if she LIKED him! I mean didn't she make her non-interested...ness clear when she declined his sweet invite? But know that he was out in the open, couldn't she just give him a chance? Damn, this day sucked! And also, why did Kyle all of a sudden take notice to her? Did someone tell him she was totally in love with him? Shit, dude. Maybe he just wanted to make fun of her. No, Kyle would never do that. He was too sweet, and smart, and caring, and thoughtful. I mean HE would be the romantic type, not Clyde. Oh, why didn't anything make sense!
She walked into the art room and gave her 'note' to the teacher. Everyone was already in their table groups. Turns out that the seating plan rule applied to every class today, so there were only a few seats left. Emily would not sit at Wendy and Token's table, so that left two tables. One had Timmy, Pip, Butters, Ethan, and Jason. Ew. But the other table had the amazing Kyle, Stan, Cartman, Clyde, and Kenny, who by the looks of it was drawing a naked woman. She would have picked there, except that the empty seat was in between Kyle and Clyde, so she decided to sit with the losers. She could not be that close to Kyle for the entire class without burning up, and she felt too bad for Clyde. Plus, Cartman wasn't funny anymore because of his obvious obsession with Kristin, who was sitting a few tables away with Craig, Carly, and Tweek. He stared longingly at her, while she barely noticed. How the hell did she not pick up on this! Anyway, Emily placed herself in between Timmy and Pip on her chosen table. Kyle and Clyde exchanged glances, then frowned at eachother and looked away. This was going to be ONE shitty art class!
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During the art class, Mrs.Streeble 'The Art Whore' passed out some sort of sheet to everyone in the class. Apparently we had some table group problem to work on. Emily just zoned out of 'Art Mode' and into 'Kyle Mode'. She laid her eyes on his sweet smile and sexy body. She watched him stand up and walk towards her table. She started to break a sweat .. and her focus. Kyle was right behind her. She just pretended not to notice, and started talking to Pip. "So Pip, what do you think you're going to do with the project?" He delightedly answered "Oh, I was thinking of making a jolly orange made of metal. My legal guardian is a right-o metalsmith, he is, and he's been..."
As he babbled on, Kyle tapped on Emily's shoulder and asked, "Hey, Emily? Stan is all pissed off at Wendy for being a bitch again, so I'm hanging out with Tweek and Craig after school tomorrow. They're bringing Carly and Kristin to play truth-or-dare, so I wanted to bring y-" "WHAT!" Emily screeched, dropping her bag on the floor. She was glad she pinned the top down so it wouldn't spring open and once again, spill everything. Kyle looked at Emily's bag, then back at Emily. He smiled, and Emily tapped her head cleverly. It almost hid the fact that she was petrified with anxiety and feverish. Her forehead and armpits were drenched. Emily forced a smile and nodded robotically, stifling a girlish shriek.
She Could NOT wait until Friday.
Until Next time »aym«