A/N: You guys have been really cool with the reviewing and all. I so owe all of you major hugs. Now sit back and relax with this chapter. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 14
The bell for third period went off abruptly. Angelus left out of second period and began to roam through the halls, completely lost, once again. Many students passed by him as he walked. The all seemed so… delicious. Why was he wasting his time with something as meaningless as school when he could be ripping the throats out of one of the boys or taking one of the girls for his own? It just didn't make sense.
Angelus slipped into his third period class, art, and took a seat far in the back. The tardy bell rang as the teacher, Mr. Johnson, entered and took a seat at his large, wooden desk.
He said his usual greeting and began. "All right, class. Let's pick up where we left off yesterday." Mr. Johnson removed a white cover from a painting that stood on an easel. It was The Mona Lisa. "Oh, I almost forgot. We have a new student—"
"I'm here," Gunn announced, entering the class. "Call off the search." He took his usual seat in the second row.
"Why, Charles, you're late," Mr. Johnson said.
"Oh, I know," Gunn said. "But I was posing for the freshman. They gotta have somethin' to aspire to, right?"
Mr. Johnson chuckled lightly. "Very good, Charles. Now as I was saying—"
A short, thin girl, who entered the class, interrupted him again. "I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Johnson," she apologized. "Someone broke into my locker and I had to look all over for one of my friends to borrow notes from."
"Excuses won't do you good in this class, Ms. Taylor," Mr. Johnson said sternly. "Go retrieve a tardy pass."
The girl's face fell as she turned around and left out to do what she was told.
Gunn shook his head and said softly, "Walkin' in the class all late. I swear these kids ain't got manners."
Angelus' advanced hearing perked. He glanced over at the African American teenager, who, too, had come late. He was the one that had been looking at Angelus in the hall. What was his problem exactly? Did he think he think he was powerful? Angelus thought that would prove interesting.
"Now, as I was saying, we have a new student," Mr. Johnson went on. "Liam O'Connor." The teacher glanced around until he saw the new boy in the back. "Oh, Liam, why don't you stand up and say a few words about yourself?"
"N-no thank you," Angelus said, surprised at his own manners. "I'd rather keep to myself."
"Wish he'd keep to me," a pretty girl with a seat near the window said out loud.
A couple of laughs filled the room.
"Well, wonderful," Mr. Johnson said. "Now, let's finish what we started on the Mona Lisa yesterday. For thirty points extra credit, who can tell me what is the secret behind this painting?"
As the other students began to flip through their note Angelus muttered, "Not even finished."
Mr. Johnson glanced up at him. "Excuse me?"
"It's not finished," Angelus spoke up.
"What's not finished?" a kid that sat in front of Angelus asked.
"The painting," Angelus clarified.
"That's absolutely right," Mr. Johnson said, obviously pleased. "Leonardo da Vinci never actually finished his work on the Mona Lisa. Good job, Mr. O'Connor."
"It was obvious," Angelus mumbled, not making eye contact.
"You must have quite the eye for art," Mr. Johnson said.
Angelus just shrugged.
"I don't know," Gunn commented. "Shoot, I was go say it looked the Mona Lisa girl had a cheap weave job in her hair or something."
Every student in the class released a laugh, minus Angelus.
"Nice, Charles," Mr. Johnson laughed. "Now, since we're going on about art this unit, I thought we could compare the paintings of many of these well known artists with rough sketched paintings on particular subjects with your own. For the next thirty-five minutes of class I want you all working on an original artwork. I have colored pencils, markers, everything you need stacked up on my desk."
Over the next few minutes the students applied pencil to paper, or colored pencil to paper, and began their assignment. Mr. Johnson did his usual of his folding his arms behind his back and walking up and down the rows, peering over the students' shoulders. When he reached Angelus he immediately stopped.
"Could I see that?" Mr. Johnson asked the teenager. Before Angelus could answer Mr. Johnson had picked up his picture. "This is a remarkable piece of artwork, Mr. O'Connor." He suddenly held it up to the entire class. "Everyone, stop and look at this." Everyone did just that. "Masterpiece, isn't it?" The rough sketched picture Angelus had drawn resembled a young girl with a bright smile and long, flowing hair. "You could all learn a thing or two from Liam."
Gunn snapped his tongue. "It's all right… if you like how every detail of the girl's face is exact and how the mood of the picture is all bright and happy. Who's into that?"
"Charles, you might want to take note on Liam's creation," was all Mr. Johnson said.
Gunn snapped his tongue again and mumbled, "Yeah, when those pigs finally grow them wings and take to the air."
Angelus smirked to himself, as he was the only one able to hear the boy's remark.
A/N: I'm sorry that this is short, really. I had a small dinner and my creativity juices aren't flowing right. Please review!