Septishu

                                    

                                          
          "Hey Mr. Carman, I finished the potraits." I was utterly terrified of what he would say. The art major teacher at this university was known to be a huge asshole. I've seen him yell at students, fail them, and even rip up projects because they were 'bad'. He was 6'6"and lanky. His bald head and constantly angry face made him look like someone you would find in a murder cultor some shit. 
          He aggressively took it out of my hands, studying it under his light. The rest of the class went quiet to see what would happen. It happened everytime someone turned in early. 
          "You call this done?" it was so quiet. Our project was just a portrait of yourself, nothing special, but it took me days to get it right. I took a selfie and needed it off that. 
          "This entire thing is a mess! The eyes are too far apart, the face is WAY too skinny, and I never said to make an expression! DID YOU EVEN LISTEN?!" I started crying as he brought it to the front of the classroom.
          "If ANYONE turns in something like THIS, you will get an AUTOMATIC ZERO!" he was about to throw it over to the trash bin, but someone stood up.
          "That's amazing! Probably better then you could ever do!" I didn't think it was possible for the room to be even more quiet. No one dared to breathe. I recognized the kid, he always mouthed off and got in trouble a lot. His green hair just covered his left eye, both sparkling blue. His gray sweatshirt has a few paint splotches on it and so did his dark skinny jeans. A friend of his stood up next to him, agreeing silently. He was taller and had dark brown hair, along with slight asian features, including his tan skin. His glasses balanced on the tip of his nose. 
          "How, DARE you say that." You could see the steam coming off him. 
          "Well, you always tell us how famous your pieces are, pretty sure I'm speaking for everyone when I say that I haven't seen a single piece in public, much less being talked about." Mr. Carman's face went completely red from embarrassment.
          "Seán William McLaughlin, you will come with me. RIGHT NOW!" he walked up and grabbed the collar of his sweatshirt. Compared to the teacher, Seán looked like a child. 
          "No he will not." everyone turned to the door where the principal was standing, Ms. Rivers. Probably the least threatening person, she was small and kind. 
          Her hair was in a bunch and she had on a loose floral shirt with a bright green cardigan that matched her leggings. Her heels gave her an extra inch but, she was still one of the shortest people of staff. 
          "Ms. Rivers," he quickly let go and brushed off his pants nervously, "I didn't hear you come in." 
          "Obviously. Mr. Carman, I'll give you 5 minutes to pack any of you belongings and then you will come with me." she walked past him and stood in front of all. 
          "Attention everyone, you are all excused from this lesson plan for today. I just ask they you stay here for the next 10 minutes until class is over. Thank you and I do apologize to all of you." she picked up a box in the corner and tossed it to his hands as he slumped into his office. As everyone went to talking, I walked over to the trash bin and picked up the portrait. There were stains on it now, completely ruined. Tears freely flowed down my cheeks as a hand rested on my shoulder. 
          "I can help you fix that, if you want." it was the green haired guy. 
          "My name is Seán, but everyone refers to me as Jack." he shook my hand like some formal meeting.
          "Sorry about what happened with your project. It still looks AMAZING!" he held it and stared as if it was the Monalisa. 
          "Thanks, but it's completely ruined." I tried making my sniffling quiet, but he heard and wiped tears from my face. 
          "Hey, it's still better then mine. It looks like a fooking potato with mold on top." he gesture over to his and I walked over to it. It was like someone took a picture of him laughing and put a pencil filter on it. It was beautiful. 
          "It's really good. Like, really." he laughed and blushed, as did I. His friend from earlier came over and smiled at me. 
          "I'm Mark. My many of nicknames include; Markimoo, shorty, dork, Smol bean, and golf. Feel free to any of them. Sorry if this guy's bothering you." he walked to Jack and gave him a noogie. 
          "But let me tell you, he has had a crush on you for the LONGEST time. He alwa-" Jack had gotten loose and shoved him away. His face went as red as a tomato, and he rubbed his neck.
          "Sorry, Mark likes to joke around and all that but he doesn't really mean it, he gets al-" 
          "Its fine Seán." I didn't mean too, but I went closer to him and gave him a little peck on the cheek. I laughed as he stood there in shock. Mark laughed loudly and jumped on his back, saying something to him. They both wrestled around and I went back to my original seat to pack my bag. The bell rang and the large class swarmed out. I just reached the doorway when an arm turned me around. 
          "Hey, um, didn't catch your name." 
          "I hope not, considering I didn't throw it. It's Signe by the way." he had that dumb look on his face and didn't say anything. Mark poked his head over Seán's shoulder. 
          "Me, Doofus and a couple of friends of ours are going out for lunch, care to join?" 
          "Sure, I gotta grab something from my car. I can meet up with you guys." 
          "Got it. It's just the little cafe around the corner. See ya later Signe!" I walked out of the room and down the hall, hearing the giggling behind me. My mods had shifted and I wasn't even crying. I think I like him, I did kiss him for God's sake. I still couldn't figure out why, just the way his eyes were shining and he had that smirk on his face and he looked really cute when he got nervous and h- shit, I really like him.