"I'm done" I said putting my paint brush down onto the easel.

"That's very beautiful Bella." Miss Monroe, my art teacher, since first year high school said looking at my painting, making me smile before thanking her.

Mondays are killers, I'm sure you can all agree, but this year we start off with art class which is refreshing.

"I'm starting to regret taking art as one of my subjects " Mackenzie said, looking at her painting frowning. Then turning to gawk at mine.

"Okay honestly Mackenzie, you didn't even use paint, what did you expect." Adley said laughing.

"Not fair" Mackenzie said taking Daley's paintbrush and covering over the painting even more.

"Okay everyone, the bell is going to ring, so please start cleaning up." Miss Monroe says to the class.

I get up with my paintbrushes in my right hand and the pallet in my left and walk to the sink. Suddenly my foot gets caught between someone's easel, causing me to fly forward.

Mackenzie and Adley just stand there laughing, while I look up in embarrassment.

"Tom, I am so sorry." I said, looking down at the paint all over his once white shirt.

Okay so incase you haven't picked it up yet, I'm super clumsy, so I guess you can say that this happens a lot.

"Okay it was a mistake, please don't!" I say  backing away from his outstretched paintbrush.

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it." He said smirking obviously knowing that in the next step I took I would walk straight into an easel, falling right down on top of it.

Just to my luck it knocks the shelf with buckets of paint, which decide to loose balance and topple over dripping onto l my head.

"We should go clean up before our next class." Tom says holding up his hands in surrender, holding out his hand to help me up. I nod, accepting his hand as we walk to the gym with Kenzie and Adley walk behind us carrying our bags avoiding us at all costs.

"I'm sorry I ruined your shirt. I can't believe I just missed the Apron." I said embarrassed that I ruined his shirt.

"Well I'm sorry that I got paint in your hair." He laughs.

"It's fine, I can just wash it after gym class in the showers and technically I'm the one who got paint in my hair considering I knocked the shelf. Do you have an extra shirt by the way?" I ask him once I realized my problem was solved.

"Nope, I don't usually carry extra shirts on me." He says chuckling.

"Okay let's go ask my brother." I say dragging him to the football field.

"That's really not necessary, it's just a little paint." Tom says

Incase I forgot to mention, my schools campus is a high school and a college. So he's in his second year in college. My brother is very talented like I said but he's also very sporty.

"Bella don't, Harry will kill me." He says making me giggle and shake my head. "Don't interrupt th-" Tom says again

"Shawn." I call out through my hands, enough for the whole team to hear me. Their heads snap to us for a split second, before looking back to their practice exercises.

He jogs up the hill to me with a confused look on his face, while I smile at him.

"Hey kiddo , what happened to you?" He asked chuckling.

That's Shawns nickname for me. Mainly because I'll always be the baby of the family.

"Long story, but Tom needs a shirt because I may or may not have gotten paint on his shirt." I say shrugging.

"Yeah sure give me a second." He says and jogs back to his bag on the stands before returning with a black shirt.

"Thanks man." Tom says to him as he smiles, taking the shirt into his hands.

"Typical Bella." Shawn laughs, shaking his head.

"I'll see you later." I say before he walks back to the field. While he reaches the team, someone falls flat on their back being tackled by another guy.

"That was weird." Tom says referring to the fall.

"Who was that?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Harry."

"Oh your brother?"

"Yep."

"Do you think he's okay?"

"I'm sure he's alright" he says shrugging it off.

"I mean I get you're not close, but like does it not bother you whether he's hurt himself?"

"He can handle himself."

We both walked into the sports hall and got changed into gym clothes, as Mackenzie and Adley warm up.

Mackenzie is the sporty one out of the three of us, she actually dances, ballet and modern. She also does netball, soccer and athletics, I on the other hand don't do sport at school.

"Okay everyone, run some laps" The coach said.

An hour later I was sitting on the stand, so grateful that the class was over.

"Bella, you're so fit, I don't know why you don't do any sport. You'd be so good, it's clearly in the genes." Adley says making me roll my eyes.

Call me crazy, but I don't feel the need to do sports at school, I don't need to be judged by random people.

"I didn't say I don't do any exercise, but I don't to any sport at school." I shrug.

"You're good at everything it's actually unfair" Mackenzie frowns again.

"Okay so while you state the obvious," I say sarcastically rolling my eyes, "I'm going to attempt to get this paint out of my hair before gym ends." I say getting up and walking over to the showers.

Once I was done, I left my hair to dry naturally as I walked back to the stands in the sports hall before going to lunch.

We walk into the cafeteria, walking down the stairs and sitting at a table close to the center. After we all sit down, I scrummage though my bag, noticing that I didn't have my water bottle with me.

"I need to buy a water, I left mine at home. I'll be back now." I say standing up and walking over to the small kiosk to buy a water for the day.

While I was walking back down the stairs towards our table, I turn to see Toms brother, sitting on the grass holding his head due to a crashing sound.

I stop in my tracks, confused as whether I should ask if he's alright or not but as I see the familiar brunette walk up to him, I see take that as my cue to walk past.