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"Artistic Exsposure"

Ever since you had first arrived at his school, and laid your eyes open him; you knew that there was something not quite right about him. His behavior while interacting with his fellow classmates to you; seemed to just be part of one big act. A big act that no one seemed to notice except for you. His light brown; almost dirty blond hair when shined just right in the light might have looked like a halo was shining brilliantly above his head to any other person, but you knew better; one accidental glance at the cold look in his eyes told you that much, and yet you still watched him.

You watched on as he smiled, and laughed with his friends in the hall way; both of his actions were void of any feeling. Your eyes fired up in determination. You were some how going to confront him, no matter what the repercussions would be.

But how were you going to go about doing it? Then the perfect solution came to you in the form of the only class the both of you shared together; art. When the bell rang to signal that it was time to head for class you walked into the direction of the art studio. As you walked into the art studio you inwardly smirked, because today just happened to be a day where you would have to be partnered up with someone.

As discreetly as you could muster you watched as he strutted through the door, and sat down in his assigned seat near the window. You frowned as you watched him staring at you through the reflection.

Your heart started to beat fast, *does he know? Or maybe I'm not being discreet enough?* You slowly averted your gaze back to the front of the class.

The final bell rang signaling the beginning of class, and you watched as your art teacher tried to get the class to be quiet.

“Ahem, alright class as you should all know by now today is the day that you get to partner up with another classmate, and work on your drawing assignment. The assignment you will be doing today has to do with flower/plant meanings, so guess what that means? You will be drawing a flower, or plant with the meaning that best interprets what you think your partner's personality is, and then you will present both your works to the class.”

You rolled your eyes, as you listened to the girls around you saying that they were going to ask 'him' to be their partner.

"Alright class, happy partner hunting!” your art teacher left you, and your classmates to pick partners.

*And let the screaming, and b***h slapping begin,* you let out a mushroom sigh as you watched every other girl shoot out of their seat to go and badger 'him' to be their partner.

“He's my partner, so leave already!”

“No, he's mine!”

“Over my dead body! He's my partner!”

“Oh no you didn't b***h!”

“Both you bitches back it up, because he already said that he was going to be my partner!”

“Liar!”

You winced as you watched two girls pulling each other by the hair, and another two had managed to pull each other to the ground and were clawing at one another.

You snorted when you saw that your art teacher had conveniently had stepped out of the studio.

“Do you mind if I be your partner?”

You looked in front of you, and there he was flashing you with one of those empty charming smiles that you have grown accustomed to seeing after watching him for so long. You gave him a light smile, and replied “sure.”

You chanced a quick glance at the girls that had been previously fighting for him to be their partner, and you gulped. Every other female in the room was giving you a dirty look. You shrugged off their glares.

*Just ignore them. Yeah _____, that's right. Just ignore them, and everything will be fine. It's worth it. Well, maybe.* You inwardly shuddered.

He sat down in the seat next to you, and you both pulled out the materials that you would need to draw.

"So ______ what are you going to draw?” He gave you what appeared to be a curious look, but you knew that wasn't the question that he wanted to ask you.

You flashed him a bright smile, and with amusement answered, “wait and see.” You almost smirked when you saw his smile slowly fade away from his face as he turned around in his seat to get started on his assignment.

*Oh this is going to be good,* you thought as you took a piece of charcoal out of your pencil box, and you formed quick skilled strokes over the paper.

“Alright class, time is up. Stop what your doing, and let's get started with the presentations,” your teacher walked back into the art studio.

“So which two of you should be my first victims?” Your art teacher scanned the room before she pointed to the two of you.

“_______, and Light. So, which one of you would like to go first?”

Light looked at you, and you shrugged.


“I'll go first,” Light volunteered.

“Alright Light, what have you got there?”

Light stood up in front of his seat,and showed to the teacher as well as the rest of his classmates his drawing.

The teacher nodded, and recorded Light's grade. “A Larkspur, well done Light."

“Alright _____ it's your turn.”

You gritted your teeth in order to to keep from cursing at Light. *Oh, I'm the one easy to read huh? I don't think so Light Yagami; I'll show you who's easy to read.*

You smiled at your teacher, stood up in front of the class, and revealed your drawing.

Your classmates all whispered to each other the same thing, “I don't get it. Why a Ebony Tre She really doesn't know him at all!”

Your art teacher cleared her throat to silence the class, but no one was listening to her. “Class be quiet!”

“Everyone settle down. Let's hear what _____ has to say before we judge her,” Light smiled at his fellow classmates to quell their anger, but his eyes flashed red as he made this suggestion to them.

“Well, if Light thinks we should give her a chance,” your classmates grumbled, but said no more.

“Thank you Light. So, _______ dear why did you pick a Ebony Tree?” Your teacher, and your classmates stared at you, but their stares were not as intense as Light's.

“To match the blackness in his heart,” you replied with a wide smile on your face.