PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS

[A/N]

sorry ive been so inactive!!!!

another modern au(you guys must be getting tired of these)

yall probably know all the terms by now

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I sighed, staring at my blank canvas, feeling just as empty. Every other day, I had an hour and a half of art class, and I absolutely hated it. Art was my worst subject. I had always been more of a critical thinker, so creative things never really came easily to me.

A familiar voice chuckled next to me. "You look lost." I could practically hear the smirk in his voice without even having to look at him.

I groaned and eyed Grantaire, who was sitting at the easel next to me. Today we were supposed to paint portraits of something important to us, and although I couldn't see his easel from where it was positioned, I already knew his looked amazing. And mine was blank.

"Shut up," I snapped through gritted teeth. The way Grantaire teased me had always annoyed me. His smug little smirk infuriated me to the bone.

He leaned over to look at my canvas and frowned. "You should at least start a sketch."

"You should mind your business," I grumbled. Regardless, I picked up my piece of charcoal and making a few shaky lines on the canvas.

He chuckled at my snide comment and stepped over beside me to look over my shoulder as I sketched. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Don't you have a portrait to do?"

"Mine's almost finished, plus you look like you need some help."

I scoffed and turned away from the canvas toward him. "And what makes you think I want help from you?"

He gently slipped his index finger under my chin and guided my head back to the canvas. "Shut up and draw."

Before I got the chance to swat his hand away, he retracted it. I rolled my eyes and continued my charcoal drawing. He gave me small critiques, and I begrudgingly tried to fix them.

The teacher came over after a few minutes, scolding Grantaire and telling him to go back to his own work. He reluctantly agreed and went back to his easel. With twenty minutes left in our hour-and-a-half block, the teacher called each of us up one by one to share our progress.

I nervously shifted at my easel. When Grantaire was guiding my hand, although I hated to admit it, the lines had come out clean and crisp, but the rest of the sketch, my own work, was sloppy.

Towards the end of the period, the teacher called the names from the roll and asked each of them to show the class their work. Grantaire went before me and grabbed his canvas off of the easel, strutting up to the front of the room. Just by the straightness of his spine, I could tell he was proud to show the whole class his work. Yes, he was a great artist, but did he have to be so pretentious about it?

When Grantaire turned his painting around, my stomach dropped and I realized why he was so smug.

On the canvas was a painting of me, staring at my canvas intently. The sunlight from the window behind me cast a golden glow on my features, lighting up my h/c hair. A few snickers could be heard around the class, and I knew everyone was staring at my red face, but whether I was blushing from embarrassment or anger, even I didn't know.

My eyes darted up from the painting to Grantaire's smirking face. I narrowed my eyes, which only made him smile more.

The teacher raised an eyebrow. "Miss y/n is the most important thing in your life?"

Grantaire turned to look at our teacher. "Well, I don't really have much in my life that is super important to me, so I just looked around the room and drew whatever looked easiest." I frowned and looked back at his painting. It sure didn't look like he was just drawing 'whatever looked easiest'. The flowing brushstrokes looked like they were made with painstaking precision and care.

The teacher seemed just as suspicious. "Hmm. Well, the painting is very good, I'll give you that much. You may return to your seat."

Grantaire nodded and picked up his canvas, making his way back to the canvas next to me. He passed behind me and I felt his arm barely graze mine. It was a small touch, but a warm feeling exploded in my stomach and made the hair on my arms stand on end.

I shuddered and the feeling passed as soon as it had come. I looked over at Grantaire to find him already looking at me. I scrunched up my nose and he just smiled.

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