Angel looked up to the clock every four minutes. He wasn't sure if he was looking forward to, or dreading his next class. Elevanth studio art. He normally loved the class, but he still wasn't quite sure if the boy he had met yesterday, Thomas Collins, had been messing with him, or if he was just a really nice, not to mention hot guy.
And there was another thing. If he was just a nice guy, Angel didn't want to accidentally tell him what a hottie he thought he was. That was a great way to get yourself beat up. So even if he actually was okay with the fact that Angel wanted to dress in shirts, that didn't mean he would appricate being hit on by said transvestite, or soon to be at least, when he left highschool and the house.
Angel was pulled out of his thoughts when the bell finally rang. He snapped his bubble gum loudly, a habbit he had for when he was either surprised or concentraiting. He let out a sigh of relief, even though he still wasn't sure he was relieved. He pulled his book bag over his shoulders and scooped up his books before heading over the the arts and music wing of the school.
It was the most fallen in wing of the school, but five very determined art and music teachers had actually fixed it up really nice. There still weren't many students in that area that were interesting in art, so the class was pretty small, only about twelve students, including a few that were only there because they needed the credits to pass high school, and art seemed the easiest.
Angel entered the room and sunk into his normal seat in the corner. Normally, Angel sat alone, since there were enough tables for each student to have their own, even though friends still sat together and all, but Angel didn't have any friends in this class. He didn't have many friends in the entire school actually.
After the teacher instructed them to get started, Angel pulled out his sketch book, which was about half filled with fashion sketches he would never show anybody, and opened to a blank page. He continued to pop his gum as he drew, concentraiting on the little details, a belt loop here, an embroidered flower there. He had just gotten the basic figure drawn, in black pants that looked like the hugged the drawings hips just a bit too tight, and an over sized sweater.
"So you didn't go with the one I picked?"
He must have jumped nearly a foot, and chocked on his gum, when he noticed someone looking over his shoulder. He instinctively closed his sketch book and turned around, smiling when he saw Thomas. "Hey Tom."
"Call me Collins. Only the dull people call me Thomas." He flashed that great smile that Angel had gone home and sketched the night before. "Mind if I sit with you?"
Angel looked from the seat Collins was pointing to, to the three empty tables around him, and returned the smile. "Sure." He didn't know why Collins wanted to sit with him over the empty tables, but he was welcome to it.
Collins slid into a chair beside Angel, rather than across from him and took the sketches from Angel. "Do you mind?" He waited for Angel to nod slowly before opening it and flipping through the pages. "So how come you're not choosing the one I picked out?"
He could feel a fluster rising in his cheeks. "Because people are going to see it."
"So you're hiding?" He didn't say it like he was accusing her, more like he was actually wondering.
"I dunno." He looked Collins over for a moment, quizically. "Why do you care so much."
Collins shrugged. "You just never know how much time you have. It's best to be yourself for what time you have." He looked at her briefly, giving Angel a smile that made him look like he had the answers to everything.
"Ya well, I'm not ready to be myself." He took back his sketch back and opened it back to the page with the pants and oversized sweater. "You obviously don't know much about this town."
"Nope, nothing at all." Collins smirked and lifted his feet onto the table, tilting onto the back of his chair. "You sould show me around sometime."
"What?" Angel wasn't sure where he was going. Part of his tone sounded like he was annoied, antoher part excited, and still another Angel thought sounded like he was asking her out.
"Well, way I see it, I gave you a part of my over flowing wisdom on the subject of self and time. You obviously know things I don't know, so it'll be like a swap of information." With a stern glance from the teacher, Collins dropped back into his chair and set his feet on the floor. "So whadaya say? Show me around?"
Angel cocked his head to the side, looking Collins over, who now had his bottom lip sticking out, pouting to get his way. Angel rolled his eyes jokingly. "Why not?"
"Great! What's your address?"
"Why?"
He laughed shortly. "Can I can meet you of course."
Why couldn't they just meet in town? Or at the school? "Umm…" Angel tore a sheet of paper from his sketch book and wrote his number and address. "Here. Just call me before you come over, and I'll meet you outside."
He just smiled and slipped the paper into his pocket. "Sure thing. You free tonight?"
Angel couldn't help the smile that krept onto his face. "Ya, but not 'til after five, so my mom can be home to watch my sister."
"I'll see you then." The bell rang and Collins stood up to go. How had the time gone by that fast? Angel watched him walk to the door, and once he got there, Angel was almost positive that when he turned around to wave goodbye, he also winked at him.