A/N: I had to continue this, I mean when my current favorite author reviewed and followed it, I really had no choice.
It sucks when you come back to school after being out sick, and you see everyone working on an assignment you don't know about. Well in that situation you at least know your classmates and teacher already.
Feeling rather lost, Ivan walked up to the desk of his new art teacher.
"Excuse me?" The teacher, a tall, slender woman who looked to have been in her late twenties, looked up at Ivan.
"Oh! You must be that new student, Mr..." she looked back at her roster, "Braginsky?" The tall boy nodded, "Well, I'm afraid you haven't come into my class at the best time; we've been working on this project for most of this month, and it's due on Friday. I figure you've had enough things thrown at you today, so I'll just excuse you from the project and you can use this week to catch up on all that other stuff, how's that sound?"
"Yes, thank you so much! That is very nice of you...um, where should I sit?" The Russian boy asked, looking around.
"Anywhere is fine; we have open seating in this class unless I have to move someone." The teacher nodded, and Ivan looked around; he preferred to sit near the back, so he took an empty seat there. The tables were big enough for four people to sit at, but the only person at that particular table was a quiet looking boy with longish blond hair and glasses. He looked very focussed on his project, so Ivan just took out his math textbook and tried to work.
It seemed that most of the students in the art class were finding it hard to focus right after lunch, and Ivan was no exception to that. He ended up staring at the ceiling; it was probably the most interesting ceiling in the whole school, with paint splattered up there and a large color wheel hung in the middle. However, Ivan wasn't actually paying much mind to the colorful ceiling. No, his mind was on the events that had taken place at lunch, and particularly in the bathroom.
Yao seemed so nice, not to mention Ivan found him very attractive, but the main thing on the Russian's mind was that kiss. It was obviously a thank you...or a see you later, but how much did a kiss on the cheek even mean in this new country? It probably depended on the circumstances...he could ask someone, but who? He didn't have friends yet, besides, how was he supposed to ask someone what it meant if he'd been kissed on the cheek by a guy who knew he was gay...in a bathroom? Ivan sighed, he wished Yao was in at least one of his classes, but he probably wasn't even a sophomore. The violet eyed boy was interrupted from his thoughts by a quiet voice.
"Hey, you're Ivan, right?" It was the shy looking boy, who, Ivan noticed upon getting a better look at him, had violet eyes too. The taller nodded.
"W-well I'm Matthew...it's nice to meet you Ivan..." Matthew gave a shy smile, "I don't suppose you'll remember me by tomorrow, something about me makes people forget I guess."
"I will try not to forget, Matthew." Ivan smiled at the shy boy.
A/N: So there's that, Ivan's made a friend~ I'm so proud ;u; Um anyway, I still have no idea when I'll be updating this, I hate to give a time because honestly if I have a deadline, I'll be late anyway. Heh funny story, I had art class in 6th and 8th grade...both times I transferred into the class about a month in. Yeah no one cares, reviews make me happy!