PART 2

After the setting of groups, everyone was told to sit by their partners. We did what we were told and then the teacher started explaining what we were going to do for the rest of the week.

"So, each day, you have to draw at least one thing that relates to your partner. Example, your partner loves donuts, then you could draw donuts! If they hate them, then you could still draw it. You could draw anything that you know about them, regardless of what they think about it, as long as it means something to them", our teacher explained, and the students had mixed emotions from this. Some where excited, while the others felt uncomfortable, "Oh, and by the end of the week all pairs is going to present their work to the class".

We were free to roam around the campus for the period and settle down anywhere we like. Nathaniel and I silently walked towards a bench from downstairs, and decided to just chill there.

"So uh, Nathaniel, what's your favorite hobby?", I awkwardly asked, hoping to break the ice. But the ice wall still stood cold, as he ignored my question and did his thing, which was drawing.

I raised an eyebrow, "Okay... Drawing it is. Got it"

For minutes we sat there in silence as we both focused on our sketchbooks and drew what we learned from each other. He didn't ask me anything, but I'm guessing he's just going to draw roller blades, since rollerblading is obviously one of my favorite hobbies.

Soon, I grew tired of the dead silence, "Okay so why don't we actually talk?", I started, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Nathaniel finally looked up from his sketchbook and turned his head to me, "What's there to say?", is all he replied, which crushed my hopes of him actually having a conversation with me.

I grew irritated by his ignorance, "Look, I know that I messed up the first time we talked to each other, but come on, it's been months. Talk to me. Let's be friends", I encouraged him, raising one of my hands in front of him, waiting for him to shake it.

He glanced at my open palm, and looked back down at his sketch pad, continuing his work. I lowered my hand and pouted at his actions.

"I'm really trying, okay? Can't you at least tell my why you're doing this?", I asked, with genuine confusion and worry on my face.

"'Cos you're a bad artist", is all he replied.

My eyes went open and I blushed bright red due to embarrassment. I playfully punched him in his arm, and I didn't feel regretful at all.

He chuckled at his joke and at my reaction, "Chill, it was a joke. And as an amateur, your drawings skills isn't that bad", Nathaniel said as he looked over to my sketch pad, "Honestly, it's pretty good"

My cheeks still glowed due to the embarrassment. I closed my sketch pad for him to not see my drawing any further, "Thanks, I guess", is all I replied. Honestly, I didn't expect him to reply at all- let alone him replying with that reason.

"So, what are you drawing that means something to me?", I wondered, trying to peek on his sketchbook.

"Roller blades", he simply replied, and continued doing his work. For some reason I felt like I achieved something. But why? Maybe because I got to talk with him, or maybe since I had a guess that he is drawing roller blades. Either way, I feel accomplished.

So with that, we started slowly breaking the stone wall that had been in between us for so long and just ignored it 'till today. Our art teacher is right. We did manage to learn more about each other. For so long, we never knew that we could be closer than we thought. Nathaniel and I have many f similarities, and as well as differences, but it's what makes a relationship grow, I guess.

The bell rings, indicating that club period is over. We both placed back our sketch pads into our bags, and stood up.

"Let's head to our classroom", I said. Nathaniel nodded in agreement and we both walked towards our classroom, chatting along the way.

Today, I realized that he isn't such an ignorant person that I thought he was. Well, he kinda is, but it's just because he focused on his passion, and really want his skill to develop. After our long conversation of complete randomness, hopefully we'll start to become friends.

'I can't believe it. We actually managed to have a conversation'