Chapter 32: Chapter 32
My stomach couldn't stop fluttering from the amount of butterflies dancing away non-stop thanks to Austin and his crazy self. Even if I tried to wipe the smile off my face it didn't help the goofy feeling running a marathon.
"Art is beautiful and beauty is love. It is simple, unique and exquisite. Let the idea flow through your mind, let it speak to you in that unknown voice. Reach out to it and grasp it, hold on to it and don't let go. Now create that image on your work sheet. I want to see the best work by the time my class is over." Our art teacher's voice expresses, her thin gold rim glasses rest on the bridge of her nose as she walks round inspecting our works. My eyes studies everyone busy drawing or painting.
Love is art. The only art on my mind right now is the boy who asked me to be his girlfriend, who went extra miles to ask me to prom when I hinted it at the docks, the boy I kissed; that same boy who is currently focused on his worksheet painting whatever image of art on it. Austin is surely carved by the gods because I can't seem to fathom how one can look this powerful, confident, over all handsome at such age. I notice that in all places we've been at, he doesn't need to say anything to prove himself, he commanded it. Trust me, he gives Maui a run for his money.
I think he sensed my gaze on him as slowly it shift from his worksheet to me in amusement. I could never get tired of watching him. His dark gaze watches me before his lip perk into a
roguish smirk motioning with his head a 'what' shrug using the back of his hand to brush the hair falling down his eyes. Jesus Lord. That was sexy as I pictured it in a Slow Mo.
Someone get me breather, please.
I bite my lips softly shaking my head with a smile. I could still feel his soft minty lips on mine like we never stopped kissing. His hands that pulled me close cupping my face as he deepened the kiss earlier. I wanted more, no denying that.
He leaned forward elbow on the flat board that held his sheet in place, his stained paint brush rise shifting to his temple tapping it then pointing at my board and me. Rolling my eyes when he mouths "stop gawking at me like a creep and do your work." his beautiful eyes twitch in amusement a hint of cockiness.
My eyes trained back to my very plain sheets. I hate to say this; creative art is my worst class. That is why I mostly spend the period in the library, today I decided to try my luck for an inspiration. Hopefully it comes. Trust me, it didn't.
"Don't just stare at the blank paper. Think of something beautiful, something worthwhile and create a piece of it. Something you want to forever hold on to and never let go." That had me looking at Austin for the second time in class sitting by the window, a brush behind his ear and his hand with another working seriously on his spreadsheet. This is not fair; he's just sitting by the window with paint brushes on him looking like model to an expensive perfume. Tell me, how is that fair especially when he looks so irresistible. This morning I flip the bird on manners and pride kissing him. I can't believe he did all that just to ask me out to prom which I didn't expect from him. Getting a good look at him, he looks concentrated. The brush in his hand play around the colors he held firmly working on his canvas. He draws back scrutinizing his work with a raise brow biting his lower lip. This is the first time I'm seeing him putting interest in his work aside practice. Well before I started tutoring him.
Can someone please tell me to stop gawking at the insanely handsome boyfriend of mine? Picking up a brush, I dip it in a paint and began working. How I excel this class is still a wonder to me. I know nothing about practical art, theory yes, just not practical because I suck at it.
"What are you doing?" my heart skip at the close distance. His minty breath fans my ears
from behind sending shivers to run down my spine surrounded by his manly cologne. I had to blink before I get lost in such intoxicating scent.
"Creating a piece. Isn't it obvious?" I frown watching him withhold his annoying smirk.
"Creating what exactly?" Struggling to really hold his laugh in as he came to my side, eyes darting between my sheet and myself.
"You." I stupidly blurt out. This time a deep laugh came out, lucky for us the teacher was asleep and we both are at the back of the room.
"That looks nothing like me Snoopy. You don't compare a twig to a god." I look at my drawing then at him. Okay I failed to create him perfectly. Shoot, this work is hideous. It needs to be burnt in a volcano. How did I compare this with him?
"Appointing yourself a title now. Huh?" playing it cool.
"Trust me I know I am and you know it." Sadly, true. But he doesn't need to hear that, well the twitch in his eyes tells me he knows what I'm thinking. Ugh, I hate his annoying smirk.
"Okay Mr. god, can I see what you are working on." Looking at the back of his sheet I smile teasingly.
"If you promise to give me another kiss then I will." Is he for real now? I gave him a 'really' look expecting him to smirk it off but no. He looks dead in the eye at me not for once blinking face stoic and ravenous. Oh Shoot, he is. I sigh seeing no need to refuse what I also want. So badly, I might add. Poker face fix into a sexy smirk.
"Okay, I promise." He smirks grows bigger.
"Now."
"Now?" My face registered shock, my mouth forming an 'o'. He wants me to kiss him here, in class. I look around and no one have their eyes on us, then at the teacher whom I noticed is dozed off. Still this is crazy. What if we get caught?
"Yeah now." He crouches low to my level not waiting for my answer; eyes twitching in mischief, inch by inch our lips draws closer seeking to soothe that sweet ache we desperately wanted. My eyes voluntarily flutter close waiting for the feel of those magical lips on mine but the bell rang snapping my eyes open. A lustful mist is seen clouding his eyes watching me in that seductive glint.
The smirk disappears from his face now replaced with a hot look. He placed his hands on both sides of the seat trapping me between his arms, titling his head he goes for my ear whispering hotly. "Saved by the bell yet again huh. Know that the bell won't save you next time Snoopy. Trust me."
My heart beating so fast in my chest looking into his eyes before it narrowed to his lips. I couldn't look away as I kept staring at the one thing I crave for right now; I want to kiss them again gawking at it like a creep. Slowly his lips forms a sexy smirk darting my eyes to meet his. I lick my dry lips suddenly feeling chapped.
Picking up his jacket as he put it on smirking devilishly at me, getting closer again his index tilt my head up which I'm sure he sees the emotions swirling round my eyes. He watches me clearly enjoying the fact I'm nervous at the same time craving for his touch, he bends low placing a kiss dangerously close to my part lips. "Don't stay long, okay?" he walks off.
What just happened?
The loud thumps of my heart ring in my ear as my eyes followed him before it trailed to his worksheet by the window. I gulp stepping down taking steady and determined steps eyeing his work till I got in front of his canvas. If my heart was erratic, now I think it just exploded with the image in front of me. My fingers caress the now dried painting. Two heads, a fierce looking lion and a gentle female. Both heads lean together eyes closed; one all black, the other white, formed to create a heart shape by the end of their manes. A star above them shining but what got my attention is the cursive words boldly written below the heart shape animal heads in rays of rainbow colors read, 'MARVSTIN'.
Did he just...? Sucking in my lower lip, I bit it in hopes of cooling my heated face. I smile looking at the door then back to his art. Quick question. Is it possible to fall in love with someone more than you already have?