9. 'Save my Number'

*Qin Shan POV

After my whole crying jag which was really embarrassing, I can't get Song Meng off of my mind. I don't know why he is being so kind to me when he is notorious as being cold to all females. Thoughts are fighting for room in my head and, frankly, I can't seem to sort them all out.

The rest of Second Class was fairly easy with no distractions and before I knew it, the bell was ringing and it was time for my elective class which is art. Art is something that I had been able to go to whenever I was upset in America. I could picture anything and just let it out on a piece of paper. It allows me to express emotions that I've hidden or just don't want to think about.

The art class is deep in the campus so I walk quickly to the third floor of the "400" building. I don't know exactly where to go so I arrive a little bit late. Upon arriving, I see that everybody is grouped around multiple, huge, canvases. Displayed are pictures of different mythical creatures as we are supposed to be designing artwork for the halloween dance coming up on October 30th.

Looking around the room and observing the different pictures, one in particular catches my eye. It is one of a dragon. It is extremely majestic looking but it's eyes are mischivous and dark. It seems evil and presence and aura but captivating all the same. It's beefy legs and claws give me a chilling reminder of that boy from earlier. The one who Song Meng saved me from. But why? Dragons are mythical creatures, they don't have a presence here. They don't exist.

I take my seat, seeing that the teacher has entered the room. She explains to me that I am expected to contribute some piece of artwork to the dance but that it doesn't need to be on an enormous canvas like the rest of the students. I can also work alone. 'Thank goodness.'

As I start to work, my phone buzzes: Hmmm strange, an unknown number. I hesitantly swipe open my phone.

"How are you doing?" Is the message.

"Who is this?" I text back just to be safe. It isn't Huan or any of my new friends because their numbers are already saved on my phone.

"Song Meng." My phone clatters to the ground and I scurry to pick it up before I attract too much more attention. A few people look over, curious as to what happened.

"I'm doing okay." I reply. I can already feel the blush rising to my cheeks. 'He's not even here right now? Why are you freaking out?' I ask myself.

"That's good." is the reply and I put down the phone, thinking that our conversation is done. But as soon as I put the phone on my table, it buzzes again. Another message.

"Can we talk later?" My jaw drops. He wants to talk to me again? After I did something so embarrassing as crying all over the place in front of him.

"I guess." I respond. "When?" I add.

"After third class. I'll pick you up at your building. Just wait for me."

"Okay." I hesitantly reply. My mind is screaming 'Song Meng wants to pick me up at my class? Why?' Oh my gosh Oh my gosh Oh my gosh. I think I'll have to spill to Huan about what's been going on. It's my first day for goodness sake.

"Good. Save my number." His reply comes quickly and my heart starts to beat out of my chest. 'No, I tell myself. Stay strong. You can't assume things that might not be true.' All the same, I'm really excited but nervous. I slowly create a contact for him, typing ever letter of his name meticulously, not willing to make a mistake.

I put down my phone, as no new messages are coming through and begin to sketch out my design for the halloween dance. I'm not really thinking as my hand swirls across the page. A figure starts to to form on the paper, a tall, well built yet lean male figure. Wearing all black. Coming with medium length dark hair, chilling brown eyes. Before I know it, I'm drawing Song Meng.

To make my art valid for the dance, I start to make him into a vampire, adding more pallor to his already pale skin, making his lips a stunning, flashing red, adding small pointed fangs in his mouth and making pale blue veins come through the skin of his throat and forearms. I add muscular definition to his arms and chest and observe my sketch. It's realistic, almost too much so. Just staring into the dark eyes makes me start to get nervous for what is to come.

The class ends before I know it and I begin to make my way to the outside of the building. He's already there. Just seeing him, my heart begins to beat faster. There is almost a cleared path of people going around him and I hesitate, 'will this make to much of a scene?'

As if he senses me standing there, his dark eyes meet mine and he smiles. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

I'm still standing alone there like an idiot so he starts to make his way towards me. I remember how to walk and meet him halfway.

"Ready to go?" he asks in a gentle voice. I nod, its the only rational thing I can do at the moment. We head off towards the main square and I pretend not to notice the hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at me.