Letting out an awkward cough, she started at his chiseled jaw, eyes and marker moving in synchronization. His hotness made it hard for her to hate him.
Wren scratched his head–something he did when he was nervous– and started to draw her hair, trying not to look straight into her eyes. Eye contact was always something he had always been bad with, regardless of who it was with.
Robin only got more agitated as she continued up his face, from his perfect lips to the dimples in his cheeks, as well as his not-too-pointed nose and calculating eyes. She frowned, drawing in his eyebrows.
Wren tried not to be distracted by her full lips and porcelain skin, and tried to stay focused on what he was sketching. It was annoying how beautiful she was without even trying. He reminded himself that Robin probably hated him, and how she didn’t care for him in the slightest.
Sensing his unease and annoyance, Robin smirked despite her anger. Teasingly, she bit down on her bottom lip as she moved onto his hair.
Whatever Robin was trying to do wasn’t going to work on Wren. He just copied her smirk on his face and ran a hand through his hair.
Robin’s smirk faded, and she bit down harder on her lip, this time out of annoyance. “You’re messing up my drawing.”
Wren let out a small chuckle and said, “How would you know? Are you cheating?”
She breathed out through her nose. “No, but your hair just shifted and now I have to draw over it.”
As payback, she ruffled her own hair, and it automatically fell into a side part so there was a little wave. “Now you have to draw over it, too.”
Wren knew she was trying to do this to annoy him, but he wasn’t going to let her get to him. He just shook his head and smiled at her, “I don’t mind, babe.”
Robin tensed up, flinching slightly, and her marker lifted from the paper. Shaking herself from her daze, she said, “Shit, now I have to start over.”
He just laughed and said, “Sorry, babe.”
As he started drawing her evenly shaped nose, he thought about how unfair it was that her whole face was even and symmetrical.
Glancing over at the timer on the board, Robin saw that she still had two minutes left. Ignoring his comments, she flipped to a new page and started over, hurriedly penning in his frustratingly perfectly imperfect features.
With just a minute left, he just had to draw Robin’s freckles. He moved carefully, drawing random splashes of dots wherever felt correct, trying not to mess up.
As the timer reached one minute, Robin scribbled in his hair and ears, finishing just as the timer finished. They pulled their eyes away from each other, and Mrs. Martin told everyone to finish, then moved up to the front of the class and started speaking.
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Nearing the end of class, Mrs. Martin told Robin to stay afterwards. Robin, curious, obliged, and Mrs. Martin came over to her now-empty table as she packed up her stuff.
“I’d like to see you become friends with that boy,” she said, handing Robin her sketchbook. “He’s all alone right now.”
Furrowing her eyebrows, Robin opened her mouth to protest, but Mrs. Martin shushed her. “Just think about it, okay? Maybe I’ll even give you a little extra credit if you do. Not that you need it, star student.”
After receiving an awkward wink from her art teacher, Robin hurriedly exited the classroom, turning to see Wren leaned against the wall. “What do you want?”
Wren’s face fell for a second before a smile appeared on his face, “I was waiting for you, so we could walk to lunch together.”
“Oh, great,” she said sarcastically, walking past him. “Let’s just become best friends forever and skip off into the sunset, why don’t we?”
His smile wavered before falling completely off.
“Sorry, you probably have other friends you need to get to. I’ll leave you alone now,” he said, starting to walk away.
Before she could stop herself, she called out “wait,” stepping towards him. Mrs. Martin’s words rang in her head. She had gotten a ninety-five on a recent project, so she could use the extra points.
He turned around with an exasperated look on his face, “What do you want?”
Taken aback by his hostility, Robin took a step back. “Jeez, man. Why you gotta be so rude? I just wanted to invite you to this party tonight. I need a ride there, and you obviously need all the help you can get, socially.”
“No thanks, I’m good. See you later,” he said, giving her a half wave and walking away.
“Well, damn,” she said to herself, then, louder for Wren to hear, “I’ll just catch a ride with Dean, then.”
She stormed off to the cafeteria. He walked to the library, not wanting to have to deal with the whole ‘where should I sit’ deal. Except he didn’t know where it was.
Mackenzie Wilkins stepped out of the girl’s restroom, spotting the new guy standing in the lobby, looking confused. She recalled seeing him and that wretched Robin talking earlier, and a plan began to form in her mind. Walking up to him, she said, “You lost, stranger?”
Wren turned around to face an extremely hot girl in front of him. “Uhh, yeah. Can you help me find the library?”
Her gaze travelled his body, and she smirked, flipping her blond locks over her shoulder. She was significantly taller than Robin, about 5’7” though not as tall as Wren. Her face was caked in makeup, though it gave her an oddly natural look. “I suppose I could. For a price.”
Wren grimaced and said, “What’s the price?”
“Well, first, what exactly are you going to the library for?” She asked, placing a hand on his arm.
“I don’t know, what do people do in a library? Read, maybe?” he said, ignoring her hand.
“Well, you could be boring and do that, or you could go to the cafeteria with me and eat with my friends and I,” she suggested, leaning into him with a flirtatious smile.
He pulled away from her, but said, “Sure, okay.”
She frowned at his evasiveness to her touch, but smiled victoriously when he agreed. Taking him by the hand and lacing their fingers, she tugged him off in the direction of the cafeteria.
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