I walked to my first class, AP English. Unfortunately, my stepsister, Victoria is in this class as well. I don't hate her, don't get me wrong, but she acts too much like Theresa. She saw me and said, "Well, if it isn't Lisa the loser."

I ignored her. Talking to her is completely useless. Then I saw Lance walked in. He sat next to me and said, "Hello, Elisa."

"Hello, Lance." I replied.

Ian bumped my shoulder from behind. I said, "Lance, this is my best friend, Ian."

"Nice to meet you, Ian." Lance said with a smile.

"Likewise." Ian replied.

Lance looked down at Ian's paint smock and asked, "You're a painter."

"Not just a painter, buddy. I... am an artist in every sense of the word." Ian answered.

I chuckled, then some guys walked over and said, "Sure thing, fairy."

Ian was about to turn around, but I took his hand, "They're not worth it."

"Well, my teacher has always told me to draw out my feelings, not express them physically." Ian explained.

"Please listen to your teacher." I replied.

-Time Skip-

I've never been very good in Art class, but I always got good marks for effort. Ian, on the other hand, was the star student. He smiled at me, "So, what do you think of Lance?"

"Ian, I just met him today. I can't really form an opinion." I told him.

Lance was standing across from us. He waved at me. I waved back. Ian chuckled, "Well, he doesn't seem threatening in any way."

Then I saw Victoria walk over to where Lance was. I looked away and tried to focus on my painting. Ian said, "And so it happens. The evil stepsister tries to take the charming prince."

I was about to respond, but then I saw Lance say something to her, then she walked back to her painting in a huff. Ian chuckled, "Or the charming prince turns her down and she's plotting ways to win his heart."

I looked at Ian, "Are you sure you're not a writer?"

"I prefer to educate the world through my pictures." he answered. Then Victoria walked to me.

"For the record, loser, Lance is mine." she said.

"Really? I don't see anything on him that symbolizes ownership." I replied.

She walked away. I muttered, "And now she's going to complain to Theresa about me ruining her nonexistent chances at a cute guy."

"Has she really done that?" Ian asked.

"Yes. When we were 13, we went to a birthday party, then we both saw a high school freshman boy walking toward us. Victoria was so sure that he would talk to her first, then he asked for my number." I explained.

"Ooh, that's only because you don't try to attract people and she literally goes the extra mile." Ian said. With one final stroke of his paintbrush, he showed me his painting. It was me.

"Isn't that the 115th painting of me that you've done?" I asked.

"What can I say? You're my muse." Ian replied.

I shook my head and kept on painting. I looked at Lance and our eyes met again. He smiled, then kept on painting.