third person pov

Gwendolyn tapped her fingers against the glass. The sound echoing throughout the large room. She contemplated how she should approach the hazel eyed boy across the room.

He was wearing a white tee, that put the inkings that trailed down his warm skin on display. The sunlight reflecting off his golden eyes making them more vibrant than usual. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked deep in thought, as he made repeated strokes against his canvas. Her eyes slowly ran over his entire attire, before landing on his plump lips. She licked her lips before looking back down at her white canvas.

Gwendolyn really wanted to see what Drew was painting. His paintings were always masterpieces. The colors always flowed and held a purpose. He made you feel like you were there, with every work of art of his.

Gwendolyn's eyes peered over at Drew once again, to see him already looking at her. He gently smiled at her, making her blush. His paintbrush began to move against the page again in rather fast strokes. There was paint all over his apron, his hair tousled as beads of sweat lined his forehead. Gwendolyn bit her lip, he looked captivating. Her eyes couldn't draw themselves away from the sight.

Gwendolyn sees her teacher walking towards her direction in her peripheral vision. Her heart begins to race. She had no idea what to paint, she was too busy watching Drew paint his project. She has come up with no idea of her own. She winced, shutting her eyes when she felt Mr. Grant's presence upon her.

"And why should I suppose you have a white canvas Ms. Bloom?" he questioned.

Gwendolyn looked up at her teacher, trying to think of something to say. Anything to say, so he wouldn't fail her for the day. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, an idea popped into her idea. She wasn't sure if he would buy it, but it was worth a try.

"My project is about the use of imagination sir."

"Care to elaborate Gwendolyn?" he replied raising an eyebrow.

"It's white, so you can fill the canvas with your own illustration. I didn't want to force my viewers to see something they wouldn't be interested in."

"Gwendolyn just paint something, anything would be better than that lame excuse," he chuckled dryly.

"But sir it's an interactive art work project," she interjected.

Mr. Grant's footsteps stopped. Gwendolyn's fingertips began to lace with sweat. He turned his shoulder towards her, scanning her facial features, before turning around towards her completely.

"Oh really," he smirked.

"Y-yea," she stuttered.

"You have three days to impress me with this 'interactive work of art of yours'," he replied quoting her remark from earlier.

"But sir, that's not fair everyone is getting a week for their project," she rebutted.

"You should be happy I'm giving you any time at all for not doing any work in class. It's three days or nothing Gwendolyn Bloom, it's your choice," he paused looking at her for emphasis.

"So what's it going to be Gwendolyn?"

"Three days sounds great," she uttered mustering up a fake smile to plant on her lips.

He reciprocated her smile. "That's what I thought," he smirks walking back over to his wooden desk.

A groan falls from her lips. She had no idea how to make this interactive art-piece. Sometimes she wish she never spoke. Her lies were like water leaving a faucet, her words were slowly filling up the sink. The sink was sure to overflow at some point. She just didn't know when. She assumed it would probably be in three days when her art project was due.

Gwendolyn glances over at Drew to see him giving her a sympathetic smile. She smiles back, even though she wants to slam her head against the glass.

How the hell was she supposed to make an interactive piece of art? One person in particular came to her mind. His name being Drew Bieber. She sighed, the last thing she wanted to do was ask Drew. But it's not like she could ask her teacher, when it was her idea in the first place.

Gwendolyn groans, as she leaves her comfy seat to talk to Drew about her idea. When Drew sees her walking his way his eyes widen, and he runs to put his painting on the art-rack. Gwendolyn's eyebrows furrow, but she shakes it off as normal since he always acted strange around her.

"I had a favor I would like to ask," she says looking down into his copper like eyes.

His eyes reminded her of autumn. They always changed colors like leaves falling to the ground. They were always changing, she loved that about them.

Drew snapped his fingers in front of her face, causing her to bat her eyelashes at him. "Earth to Gwendolyn," he chuckled deeply.

"Sorry," she blushed rubbing her arm.

"It's okay. What's this favor you were speaking of earlier?"

"Oh... um, it was nothing."

He raises an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure?"

"I just don't want to bother you with my project, when you-"

He cuts her off before she has a chance to keep rambling. "You could never bother me Gwendolyn Bloom," he grins.

A smile begins to form on her baby pink lips. "So you can help me?" she ponders.

"Of course."

"Great, this was easier than I thought it would be," she responds.

"Whoever said it would be hard?" he winks.

Making Gwendolyn roll her eyes at Drew. He was almost as smooth as rickthesizzler she thought.

"Can we maybe start at lunch today? I mean if that's okay with you?"

"It's okay with me Gwendolyn," he laughs at her awkwardness. He wasn't used to this side of Gwendolyn. He was usually the awkward one around her.

"Where should we meet?"

"In the art room I suppose," he laughs.

"Of course I knew that," she answers trying to make her laugh believable.

The bell rings drawing an end to this dreadful art class of hers. And she could finally not see her teacher that certainly was from down below for the next twenty four hours.

Drew rises from his seat, now hovering over Gwendolyn's figure. "So I'll see you at lunch?"

She nods her head in response. Causing him to grin down at her, before making his way to his next class.

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Lunch time seemed to approach faster than normal today for both Gwendolyn and Drew. Maybe it was because Drew had something like this all planned out in his head, or rather because Gwendolyn couldn't wait for her brown eyes to be filled with his hazel ones once more.

Gwendolyn ran as fast as she could to the lunchroom before the rush began. She needed all the time she could get for her art project. She quickly grabbed a sandwich, and some water before running back over to the art room. As she made her way upstairs her body collided with another. His shirt drenched in water, and mayo all over his pants.

Gwendolyn panicked she had no time to get herself into a dilemma like this. She didn't want to seem rude though, she couldn't just run off like she was so good at doing after all.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't looking-," she cuts herself when she looks up to see it was Lucky.

"It's okay I'm sure-"

"Lucky."

"Gwendolyn. What a nice way to say hello."

She fake smiles up at his tall, lean figure.

"I missed you, you know."

"I'm sure you did Lucky. Look I have an art project to finish, if you don't mind."

"Mr. Grant is eating lunch right now. He doesn't allow students in his room when he isn't there."

"He knows I'm working on my project with-" she stops herself short when she realizes she's said too much.

"With who?" he questions.

"It doesn't matter who."

"Then why won't you tell me," he deviously smirks.

"Because I don't want to."

"Maybe I should just go to the art room and find out for myself."

"I don't think Mr. Grant allows students in his class without his permission," she smiles.

"Oh Gwendolyn it's not like you got permission anyways, it couldn't hurt for one more person to join in on the fun."

"Fine, fine I'll tell you Lucky. As long as you don't come to the art room, okay?"

"Sounds good to me," he smirks.

"It's Drew," she mumbles under her breath.

"It's who?"

"It's Drew," she replies saying it more audible.

"Drew as in Drew Bieber?"

"Do you know any other Drews?" she rolls her eyes.

"I don't approve of this."

"That's great I didn't ask for your approval."

He huffs. "Gwen you can't do this."

"And why not? You aren't my father, and even if you were still my boyfriend you wouldn't be able to control my decisions. So why don't you do me a favor and stop trying," she retorts before making her way down the hall without cleaning up the mess she made on his clothing. He deserved it for being such an arse.

Gwendolyn walks into the room to see Drew already eating a slice of pizza, with cheese hanging from both sides. She decides to take a seat next to him, making his eyes burn into her side. But she didn't care too much. She could smell his pizza, yet his cologne still engulfed her lungs. She closed her eyes taking in the scent every time she inhaled.

"So what's this project you're working on," he says chewing on his pizza.

"It's an interactive art-piece," she replied turning her body around to face them.

"That sounds cool. Any ideas on how to you're going to do that?" he questions.

"Not a clue."

He laughs in response the sound of his laughter filling the room. His laugh was contagious, she couldn't fight the grin on her face that turned into a fit of giggles.

"Well maybe, you could create a huge canvas to put in the art gallery surrounded with cans of paint."

"I see, so they could make their own canvas."

"Exactly."

"Do you think Mr. Grant would like that idea?"

"Probably not but I know a way to make it work."

"How?"

"Demonstrate how it works for him. I'll do it for you if you want, and you could do it also."

"That would be amazing. You would really do that for me Drew?"

"Of course," he smiles.

"Do you have any idea what you're going to paint, or do you just want to feel it in the moment," she asks.

"I'll probably think of something beforehand, what about you?"

"What do you mean?" she replies puzzled.

"What are you going to paint?"

"I can't paint Drew, you already know that."

He rolls his eyes playfully. "Oh stop it Gwendolyn. You're one of the best artists in this school."

"I'm really not, you are Drew."

He blushes at her statement. "Very funny Gwendolyn," he says trying to brush off his heated cheeks.

"So are we going to try a test run for this project or just wing it?" she asks him.

"A test run sounds like a good idea."

"Where should we-"

"My house," he answers quickly.

"You don't even know what I was going to say Drew," she giggles.

His cheeks began to turn a vibrant red hue. "I'm sorry I assumed," he mumbles barely audible.

"It's okay, your house sounds great," she replies.

"Great I'll set up my art room with whatever you want."

"Wait you have an art room?" she marvels.

"Yea, I wouldn't suggest my house for nothing," he grins.

"Sure Drew," she laughs. "Whatever you feel would be best is fine."

"When do you want to come over?"

"Is Friday okay?"

Drew had plans with Lucky that night. Of course Drew would cancel in a heartbeat. It's just Lucky was also her ex boyfriend. He was positive Lucky still had feelings for her, and would kill Drew if he knew he was with her.

"Yeah sounds like a plan," he responded. Maybe Lucky would understand that he had to cancel.

"Perfect. I finally have something to do on a Friday night," she laughs.

Drew laughs in response to her statement. Watching her dimple form in her left cheek. It was odd how she only had one dimple, but he loved it nevertheless. Her pearly whites on display, and her brown eyes sparkling from the sunlight showering in the room. There was nothing better than watching Gwendolyn happy. He wished he could replay every time she smiled in his head.

Looking down at his watch he noticed it was five minutes until the next class began. He started packing up his backpack, afterwards standing up, putting the straps around his broad shoulders.

"Want to walk to class together?" he asked, immediately regretting the words that left his lips.

"I'd love to, but I think I left my phone here."

"I could help you find it if you want?" he offered.

"No you don't have to do that for me. I don't want you to be late."

He winced, he probably sounded desperate. "Okay," he uttered before turning the door knob and leaving Gwendolyn alone with her overflowing thoughts.

Without any hesitation Gwendolyn ran over to the drying rack. She gently pulled out the painting Drew made. In complete shock she dropped it to the floor. She shut her eyes, hoping she didn't break it. She reluctantly opened her eyes one at a time. She let out a breath, she was holding in. It was still thankfully intact.

His portrait of her must have been the reason he ran to the drying rack earlier. One question lingered in her mind though, why would he paint her? She couldn't understand his sudden fascination in her. Was this all a joke? Some sick prank? Gwendolyn didn't want to be played as a fool. She needed to confront him.

A/N: The amazing sleepdeprive made this picture in the chapter for me. You should check her out, her book is amazing. I hope you also enjoyed this chapter, and that it wasn't too long for you :) ily all a lottle ♡