Hello again! This is Chapter 2--It's short, I know, but things will move along soon-I promise:

I hope you enjoy it! This chapter is one of my favorites!

It didn't take too terribly long. It was on the lower level, and the numbers on every classroom door made it easier. When I got there, I was surprised to see only 3 other people in the class. Maybe I was early. But then I heard the bell ring, so maybe the class was just really small. I went in, and handed a note to the teacher in the front. He was a young man, and looked fresh out of college. I was pretty surprised to see someone his age teaching an advanced placement class for seniors. Whatever.

He showed me to a big table. There were 6 in the room, and with only four people, we each got our own. The other three people weren't people I would categorize. Kind of like myself. They didn't fit into my groups of the elite, the punks, or the druggies. And, lucky me, they were all boys. Great. And with a male teacher, I was sure to be able to get by the day without stuttering and making incomprehensible sentences! Humph.

The guys were all huddled up, like they were sharing some secret. Hello! Only the second day of school! What could you possibly have to gossip about. Luckily, this gave me an opportunity to check them out. Hey, maybe I couldn't talk to boys, but I'm not weird on the hormone level. I did go through puberty, and from what I could see, these boys were pretty good looking. The first one I could get a good look at was about my same height. Short. He was pretty cute though. But more in a teddy bear kind of way. He had shaggy red hair and looked like he was trying to grow a mustache. The second was about a foot taller. He had a buzz cut, and was wearing a tight shirt that clearly showed a strong six pack. His arms were very nicely cut as well. The third was somewhere in between the other two. Heights-wise, that is. His hair was a dirty blonde, and shaggy. He wasn't as muscular as the second, but more so than red ted.

I decided to turn around before they caught me looking at them with goo-goo eyes. I took a seat at my table, and pulled out paper and a pen. I heard some chairs scratching behind me, and figured that the other guys were taking their seats. The teacher walked up to the whiteboard and wrote his name: Mr. Westley.

"Hello class," he said, and turned around to look at the four of us."We have a new student. This is Angela Sword. Angela, these other knuckle heads are Sam, "he pointed at the red head, "Michael," pointing at the blonde, "and Dimitri," he finished, pointing out the guy with the really nice muscles. I turned around in my chair, to acknowledge that I had heard, and all three, who had been joking around about something, stopped and looked up at me.

And that was when it happened. I had been scanning their faces, until I reached Dimitri's. He looked up at me, at first in a bored sort of way, until he met my eyes. We were locked into each other's eyes, and it seemed as though the walls and floors melted away. He, I mean, he was perfect. Clearly when I had just seen his side portfolio from earlier, I wasn't serving him justice. He was incredible. The way his jaw was set perfectly, like one of those Greek Sculptures of the gods, all hard, but still soft in a way. His eyes. Oh, his eyes. They were a startling green. And I didn't expect it, from his blonde hair, which, by the way, was perfect too. I felt my heart skip a beat. This boy, this amazing boy, was too good to be true. But then he looked back down, and started back on whatever sketch he had been working on. The other two smiled at me, and then looked a little concerned after they had exchanged their names. I guess I looked a little fluttered after my little Dimitri moment. I smiled at them, and introduced myself, and turned back around in my chair.

"So, class. This is not going to be some boring old school Art History class. When I asked the previous teacher here what he usually covered, he said he went over the textbooks, and you took notes." He slammed his hand down on my desk, and I let out a little squeak in surprise. "Not while I'm here!" And then he started laughing. Oh, I get it. He's one of those fun teachers, where you actually have fun in their classes and can call them by their first names. "No, we will cover the texts, take some notes, but we will actually DO the art we are learning about! Now I know we can't built Egyptian pyramids, wise guy in the back," I turned around and glanced at Sam, who had started to raise his hand, I guessed in attempt to make a smart little comment. His face turned bright red, and he pulled his hand back down. The nerdy, shy type then. Aw! "No, we will cover other Egyptian artwork that we will be doing ourselves. Obviously I can't grade you on your expertise in artwork, but guessing that you do artwork, hence taking this course, me grading your efforts will come to you by no surprise. Tonight's homework," I heard a groan in the back, coming from Michael's direction, "is to write a paragraph of your favorite type of art, and why. What you hope to gain from this course, and what you want to name our class pet." Okay, not hard. I like, wait. What? Class pet? "Yes, Angela, we have a class pet. I brought him in yesterday, but since you weren't here, we didn't decide on what to call him without your input."

I looked around the room, trying to find this pet he was talking about. Weren't class pets the type of thing you had in 3rd grade? I looked back at the teacher.

"Um, Mr. Westley, I-"

"No,", he interrupted me, "please call me Max."

"Okay, Max, but, um, I don't see a pet anywhere." I heard laughter. Was my comment really that funny?

"Actually, Angela, our pet isn't real. He's a clay sculpture depicting a dragon. Since this is an art course, we will, over the year, decorate and design him using the knowledge we accumulate over the sections we cover. By the end of the year, we will have quite a mixed breed." He really was an odd person. But funny, too. It was an interesting idea. I never would have come up with it myself.

Michael suddenly spoke up, and I immediately knew his role. Jokester. "So, basically, a bunch of dragons mated together from Egypt, Rome, Greece, Latin America, Africa…"

"Yes, yes, Michael, I suppose one could look at it that way…" Max interrupted him before he got into much more detail about the mating courses that led to our pet dragon. "But there really is a bigger picture to our pet here. Can anyone try and guess what that could be? Any thoughts? Dimitri?"

I immediately swung around in my chair, to look at Dimitri. He had his hand in the air, and was, as far as I could tell, finished with his sketch.

"As far as I can tell, this project, or, um, pet, I mean, could represent the beauty of the originality of all the different cultural art techniques from all over the world, from all different time periods. A gathering of every people's knowledge of art, as well as passion for it, could result in not only interesting material, but fascinating and beautiful as well." When he was done, he scribbled something down on his sketch, and looked back up at Max.

Woah. I mean, who knew guys could be this insightful? That sounded like, he really meant it. Which, you know, is hard to find. A guy who means what he says, I mean. He was immediately cast as the mysterious, brooding, intelligent, perfect, insightful, perfect type of guy. Did I mention he was perfect?

Max looked appalled, as well as I did, I'm sure. "Well, um, Dimitri, that's right. That's exactly right!" Max suddenly got very excited. I think I like this teacher. "Does everyone see? Every person's culture, every person's ideals, creativity, passion, background, can be put into a work of art. With all of those feelings represented in a work of art, mixed with so many others, the ending result would be incredible! Absolutely well put, Dimitri!"

I really like this class.

"So, what are we going to name it?" Sam asked in the back of the room.

After about fifteen minutes of me watching all of the guys, even Max, argue over what the name of the dragon should be, and us getting absolutely nowhere, I finally spoke up. I had to whistle first, though. Which surprised me. My whistling, I mean. I actually didn't know I could whistle. I guess after how many times I've seen Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, I've seen it enough to do it on my own. It surprised me as well, to find out that I could take charge. I never really tried to get anyone's attention before, though, so I guess that's why. They all stopped arguing and looked at me, just as equally surprised. I noticed that maybe I had misjudged Dimitri. He wasn't all that mysterious and brooding. He was actually pretty easygoing, as well as insightful…and perfect. I guess he just seems more serious when he's concentrating in class or something.

Anyway, they all looked at me expectantly. Then I suggested that maybe we shouldn't name the dragon. Not yet anyway. I told them that maybe we would find a more fitting name once we knew what it would look like in the end, since it was sure to be…different looking. And then they all just kept staring at me, until Dimitri cleared his throat.

"That's actually, a really good idea. I think that's actually a great idea. Cause, I mean, it would suck if we named it something like Ben, and it came out looking like a girl, right?" and then it was decided. Among other things. One, that the dragon would remain nameless until the end of the year, and two, that I was totally crushing on Dimitri. Maybe it was the fact that he had agreed with my naming idea, or maybe it was our eye-locking moment, or maybe it was his insightful comment, or maybe it was everything. Whatever it was though, he was perfect. And I totally liked him. I liked Dimitri.

So what didyou think? Review and let me know! Please and thank you! -Ang.