If you can't see the chapter name, it's Art Class All Over Again. Just to make sure you can read it. This is the last chappy. I JUST COULDNT HANDLE THIS FANFIC JASPER IS NOT MEANT FOR ME TO WRITE but i ship em

Piper's POV

"Alright, students."

I zoned out. The art teacher went on about class. My eyes disobeyed me and I caught myself staring at Jason many times. I wanted to believe him.

"McLean and Grace."

Oh lord. My insides turned to mush and my head spun. I had to work with Jason.

"The assignment is to draw a portrait of each other. You have the rest of the period."

Jason walked over to me very slowly. There was an awkward silence.

"Piper, I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I love you, Piper. And I would never lie to you. You know that, right?"

I smiled. "I'm not stupid, Grace. Now," I pulled my hands together. "We have an art project to get to."

"Let's start."

"But wait," I paused. "What happened to Dylan."

"Well, he got home just when I had finished telling his parents about the trouble making. Erm, he was wooped, and I overheard them talking about military school before I ran out of that house. I was offered cookies by his mom, though."

I laughed, feeling a little bad for him. I went to military school for a while a couple of years ago. Long story.

"Anyways. Do you think we'll finish by the end of class?" Jason asked.

"No way. I guess you'll be coming over this time."

"Do you still have my number?"

"Of course, Mr. Perfect."

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Yes! It's over blorup.

Anyways, bye! Read my other book Rivals.