13: Art Class...and NOT falling

🎶Before I said amen, asking god if he...could play it again🎶

Chapter 13: Checkmate

(KAYLA'S POV)

*THE NEXT DAY*

College was boring. Freaking BORING. The professors droned on and on about stuff almost unrelated to what we actually signed up for. Grrr. The only class I actually enjoyed was the art course. The professor, Professor March, was really nice. Luckily enough for me, Zayn was in that class with me.

"Today, sketch a drawing themed around how your first day of college was. Any style you like, but only use pencils today. Be creative, and your hour of time starts now." Professor March smiled. I set to work, delicately tracing abstract lines and shapes to describe my first day of college. My art style was weird....funky, I guess.

At the end of class, We presented our drawings to the class. Zayn's made me giggle. It was a caricature (sketched, exaggerated drawing) Of him, with red steam blowing out of his ears and puffed up cheeks. It was hilarious! He shot me a gigantic smile which I returned.

I was next. I trooped up to the front of the room and displayed my drawing. I had drawn a shriveled apple core on a table, next to a completely fine apple. In my best cursive I had written 'art' over the apple and 'everything else' over the shriveled core. This too brought laughter from the class. The teacher raised her eyebrows at my sketching details.

"Very nice, Ms. Wood." she smiled.

Zayn was beaming at me, spreading a warm tingle through my body. He slapped me a high-five as I went back to my seat.

There goes the butterflies...dang it! I will not fall for him. He's a superstar, famous, always traveling. I will NOT fall for him. Zayn gave me another grin And leaned over to my table, whispering,

"Your really good at art! You need to teach me sometime." he winked. Haha, you know my plan about not falling for him? Heh....to late.