9 July 2012
"Texas! Drew Texas wait up!" I yelled down the bustling hallway the next day, capturing everybody's attention - on purpose. Drew turned around at the sound of her name being called, now realising everybody was staring at her. She blushed rose pink and shuffled over to her locker as people continued to stare at me sprinting down the hallway towards her. "Hey" I greeted her with a smile as she piled countless amounts of books out of her locker and into her bag. "'Sup" she shrugged, barely bothering to look up at me. She glanced up at her locker door to see her timetable, then turned to face me "What you got next Bieber?" she giggled, attitude suddenly improving for no apparent reason. "Uh, Art I think" I muttered, opening my messenger bag and took out the paper, doing my best to read the complicated layout of the table. Chemistry had been easy to see, as it was the one in the first box of the upper left hand corner, but everything else... ugh. Just ugh. "Art, ya think" she repeated, and took the paper from me."Congrats Bieber, you know how to read a pre-school level timetable" she laughed sarcastically, handing me the paper, and I punched her gently in the arm before relaxing against the locker beside hers. "Hold up. What room?" her eyes widened, her full attention on me and the words I spoke next. "Uh, 12A". If her eyes could have widened any more, they would have, so instead she settled for a frown "You're in my class" she groaned, but I could see her holding back a smile. "Oh come on, I'm not that bad" I chuckled as she shut her locker and began to walk down the corridor to class. I decided to follow as I had no idea where 12A was, and had no intention of finding out any time soon. Drew was my only hope. "Yes, you are! You're gonna get me another detention" she sighed as I sped up to walk alongside her. She pulled her Gears Of War messenger bag further up on her shoulder as we dodged the passing teens heading in the opposite direction "Uh, excuse me, but you got us that detention Ms. "Justin's challenged in the penis department"" I mocked her, making her laugh and bite her incredibly cute lips. "Which I'm not!" I stated loudly for everyone to hear, spreading my arms out wide so everyone would notice. "Justin!" Drew giggled, grabbing my arms and tugging them down, stepping close in front of me in the progress. I was such a dumb ass, and so lost in her cloudy grey gaze, that I spoke my mind unwillingly "You have really pretty eyes" I mumbled, holding myself back from leaning down to lay my lips upon hers. She blushed the same shade as her hair, staring down at the ground as she muttered in reply "You're not so bad yourself", making the both of us softly laugh, before snapping out of it and continuing to walk.
Art. Translation: Lesson of do fuck all. Note: It had recently become my favourite lesson ;) Turns out it had always been Drew's. She loved to draw, which would explain the doodles all over her book and the way her mood lifted as soon as she found out she had Art next. "Alright class, you know what to do, I will be back in 10 minutes to survey your work" the teacher, Mrs. Keller announced, before leaving the room via a back door that led out into the cold light of day. Probably for a cigarette. "Yo Tex. What the fuck are we supposed to be doing?" I laughed quietly, nudging her in the rib as we stood in front of blank canvases along with the other 20 kids in the class. "Paint. Your feelings" she shrugged, beginning to slide her brush along the canvas in a dark purple coloured paint. "Oh I got a good one. Drew" I called, making her turn to face me. "Yes Justin" she sighed, dropping the brush to tie her hair up in a messy bun. Damn she looked cute like that. I dipped my brush into the red paint, and slid it all the way down her face, forehead to chin. Her jaw dropped, half in annoyance, and half in amusement. She picked up her brush, and the paint war began. We flicked colours at each other, got it all over each other's clothes and bodies - as well as the floor - and somehow still managed to keep the canvases blank. All the while, we laughed and laughed, talking smack and running around the room, ignoring the stares and comments of every other student. Drew stepped up close to me our bodies touching, and painted a massive dick down the centre of my T-shirt. We were both breathless with laughter, and doing that thing where you laugh so much you don't make any noise, your sides just feel like some prick is hitting you continuously with a baseball bat. She went to run away from me, and as she turned, I grabbed her around the waist, hugging her back tight to my chest as she tried to escape. I painted all down her back as she struggled in my one armed grasp, still laughing and squealing for me to let go. Through the tears of laughter and the sound of our amusement, we didn't realise Mrs. Keller was back in the room, and had been watching us in shock for around 30 seconds. Her jaw dropped and she gasped seeing the gigantic knob on my plain white v-neck t-shirt."Bieber! Texas! Detention! Now!". I reluctantly put Drew down, releasing my grip on her waist, both of us still smiling as we walked out of the Art room. "I said you'd get me another detention" she stuck her tongue out immaturely at me, still giggling a bit at the sight of my t-shirt. "Yeah you're right. That time it was my fault, but I'm pretty happy, cuz according to my t-shirt, I am no longer challenged in the penis department" I smiled proudly, popping my metaphorical collar. Drew burst out laughing, all over again.
Texas Girl (Pt2) • Opuss № I