Kiana's POV

It was 5th period now and I had Art with Michael.

"Good afternoon students. I'm Mrs. Kat your 9th grade art teacher! Today we will have a immediate hands on activity where we will learn how to make pots and vases with pottery!" She said in a high pitched voice. It was so High and cheerful. I knew right away it was fake. Michael stood by me. Maybe if I get this wrong I can see what he does. After all he is an artist.

The teacher began to pass out a pound of clay and a small cup of water.

After explaining how it works I was confident that it would be as easy as making coffee. I was so wrong. I thought it was because everyone else seemed to have already mastered it . So I put at least a handful of water onto my clump of clay witch soaked it so much the clay started to drip off. Some splattered over my cloths. Luckily I had an apron on. So it wasn't noticeable.

After trying and trying I sneaked a peak at Michael. Holy shit! He has the hands of a god! I watched as the clay sneered between his fingertips. And how perfectly it motioned up and down. I leaned closer to his vase. That I didn't realize how obvious I made it look that I was cheating.

"If you need help just ask" he said. His eyes were still focused on his moist clay project. And his hands still dancing around it. I immediately averted my eyes and tried to play it off like if I knew what i was doing. Course I didn't know what I was doing. I caught Michael looking at me failing. But I ignored it and kept trying to pot.

I raised my elbow to my forehead and wiped some sweat I had on from frustration. That way no clay could rub
on my face.

When I dropped my elbow calmly I felt it slightly raise up again. And I turned to it to see an arm. But whose was it! I turned to Michaels part of the table and saw he wasn't there. Answer solved.

He slid his hands from my wrists to my fingertips. My mouth opened ajar as i heard a faint heart beat. Stop beating! Curse my dumb heart beat.

"Its not going to work if you only move your hands up and down. And don't worry about how much water you add" said Michaels voice from behind me

Know it all.

I nodded. He moved my hands from out of the vase and moved my fingers to go in between the vase. And rise up and down making the exact shape needed till the top where we pinched the it outwards. A blushing smile spread across my face. This was nice of him to do. But it was only to help me out. So I needed to get my mind out of dreamland. Except I couldn't. I believed so much about one thing the other didn't occur to me. But my mind snapped out of it just when the machine stopped and I was now looking at an amazing face. I mean amazing vase.

"Wow your really talented" I whispered. He still had his chest pressed against my back and his hands were squeezed into mine. As awkward as it seems he was holding my hands because It was cue to stop touching the vase.

"It was all your hands that danced. It just needed the right move" he said. I giggled at his comment. It was a metaphor. Yet I was getting all felt up about it. Did I have feelings for Michael?. I turned around.

Luckily before things got accidentally physical he stepped back a few feet

"Uh. Thank you" I said. As I nervously chuckled. And for just a second I swear he was smiling.

(That afternoon at a store)

I playfully pushed the cart around the market. Looking for something I can enjoy for dinner tonight. I ran out of rice. And I didn't want to eat beans and chicken alone. So I searched the place for spaghetti boxes.

I didn't think they had anything more than food and cloths at Walmart but I was proved wrong when I came to a school supply area.

It felt like yesterday when I was 8 and wanting cute backpacks with glitter. And pink all over it. Luckily that faze matured quickly. Maybe I can buy some art supplies for Michael as a thank you for his help at art. Maybe its too much of a thank you. I moved along and passed the supply center. Then again it might make him smile for real!

I reversed my cart and reentered the supply center. I threw my hands onto a big box that had over a hundred different color pencils, Oil pastels, high intensity erasers, A testing sketch pad, paint brushes of 5 different styles and sizes of those styles. Plus so much more. With a free coupon to buy the bonus kit. All this just for help making a vase makes me Think that he's going to hate it.

(The next day)

"Its great!" he said. I was shocked at this a little. But I learned to believe it. But it was hard. Because he didn't smile at all. And I was craving for a smile coming from him. Maybe he had a terrible smile. That scrunched his face up making him look old.

He stared at the box with all the material.

"This is really great" he said.

I watched as he walked to his locker and placed my gift in it.

"Maybe I can show you how to draw some day"he said.

"Maybe..." I smiled on. I think I do like him. But love is dangerous and that's why I must keep away. I looked away from him and His locker to stare at a glowing poster that just hung.

Art contest! To complete your audition submit a drawing of your choice and if we like it your in.

My mouth opened in an exiting shriek. I threw my hand to Michael's arm before he could get a chance to close his locker. I pointed to the poster and hopped up and down.

"Look look look! You see that Michael! Art contest. All you have to do is submit a drawing of your choice!"

"What? Seriously" he said with confused eyebrows.

"Can't you see! This is your big chance to prove your the great artist I know you are" I confidently stated.

"Thanks for the compliment but no thanks because you haven't even seen what I have drawn" he said.

"I hate that your right. How about you show me after class?"

He nods and walks away. I hear the bell chime and I go my separate way too.

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