In the middle of English class, Stevie was fiddling with her pencil. Yeah, this might be English, a native language to her, but she had no idea what Miss Rivers was going on about. She was using words like "perpetual" and "catalyst". Wasn't "catalyst", like, physics? Or chemistry? One of them? Was she even teaching the right subject? She looked around the classroom as everyone was working their pencils furiously on their piece of paper. They were probably notes or something. Hardworking little –
"Time's up! Hand in your tests!" Miss Rivers trilled and clapped her hands together.
Oh. So this had been a test.
She turned around to face the boy behind her. He seemed uncomfortable under her stare, and pushed his round glasses up his little button nose. He looked confused as to why a girl would even look at him. Stevie flashed him an innocent smile and took his test, as if she as going to hand it in for him. However, when he wasn't looking, she changed the name on his test from "Liam Lawson" to "Stevie Nichols".
She might not be good at English, but she certainly would be getting a good grade on that test.
As the bell rung, Alex rubbed her eyes and made her way slowly over to her locker. Harper rolled her eyes, knowing that she had obviously been sleeping in History. Again. She waved to her best friend and then scurried off to her next class, not wanting to be late.
Alex dumped her History book in her locker with a "clunk" sound and took out her paints. She conjured up some coffee before leaving to get to her next class. Art. She needed her caffeine because she actually liked Art. Probably the only class she actually liked at Tribeca.
She walked into the Art room. The fresh smell of paint and paper wafted towards her. It was quite soothing really, smelt a bit like her bedroom. She walked over to her usual seat at the front before stopping. There was a girl sitting behind her canvas, reading a book. She looked so content that even Alex didn't want to yell at her to get up from her seat. Her blonde bangs, a contrast to her short dark hair, covered her eyes, and Alex felt the urge to brush it back for her.
The bell rung and the girl who had been sitting at her seat, looked up from her book. Her hazel eyes stared into her own chocolate ones and she felt a shiver run through her spine. She opened her mouth to introduce herself, but was interrupted by the art teacher, Joseph, who was clapped his hands loudly, bringing her attention away from the new girl for now. Oddly enough, she felt annoyed at him. She was never annoyed at him. He was the cool teacher that everybody liked. What was going on?
After his brief introduction of the class, Alex turned to the new girl, not wanting to be interrupted again. She felt pleased to see the new girl smiling at her, studying her.
"I'm Alex. Russo. You, uh, you took my seat." She grinned, trying to make conversation.
The girl's smile vanished but nodded at her.
"Stevie." She stuck out her hand.
Well, isn't this formal, Alex thought, before grasping Stevie's hand. A shock of electricity flew threw her and—
Stevie let go before turning to face her canvas. Alex noticed, as Stevie scratched at her ear, that a tattoo peeked out on the back of her neck. It was in Japanese and she couldn't read it.
She turned to see what Joseph was writing on the white board. No limits, he wrote in perfect calligraphy, be creative. Draw what's on your mind. It can be anything, let your imagination run free.
A sigh was heard from the back of the classroom and Stevie turned around, raising an eyebrow.
"Gigi" Alex explained. "I think the reasons she's here is because she likes Joseph."
Stevie smirked at her. "Is that why you joined?"
Alex blinked. "What? No! I..I like art." She suddenly felt uncomfortable under Stevie's intense stare.
What was wrong with her? Usually, with anybody else, she'd be able to come up with a witty response. Not a stammering, hesitating, stupid reply.
She turned to her art, heaving a sigh, and started to draw.
At the end of the lesson, when Joseph was collecting their work, Alex stole a glance at Stevie's work. It was a penguin…that was eating itself. She blinked. That wasn't weird at all. They had been instructed to draw whatever they wanted after all.
"Hey, you wanna hang out with me and my friend at lunch or something?" Alex pulled her curly hair out of her ponytail as they walked out of class.
"Yeah, I'd like that."
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