Sense?

You know there are moments in my life where I really question whether or not God love me. You would think that he would have granted me some form of mercy. Well yeah— no.

I have had three class in a row with Syreana. Three.

This would be my fourth one, and to be quite honest I don't know what to do with myself. Gym was by far the hardest because coach made me partner with her– which made no sense because she always put me with Audrey– but I don't know what goes through that woman's mind. I'm actually a little afraid that she wants to put her on the team. That would mean I would have to see her after school as well. There's only so much I can handle.

I was able to have some form of relief because writing and math was quiet. There was no time for us to talk. She had been making conversation with me ever sense gym, and I didn't want to be rude so I went along with it. But I swear she could see how nerve wrecking she is. Every time she looks at me I feel like she's burning me alive. I've never felt like this before. It made me feel uneasy- and lightheaded all at once. Something in the back of my head told me it was wrong. So every time she would look at me, and I would feel that burn, I felt and uncontrollable uncomfortableness.

Matters only became worse as the day progresses, and at this very moment I find myself stealing glances at her as I watch her talk with Theo. I guess she did give me some amount of relief. At least now I didn't have to hear Theo's whining.

It looked like he was about to start when he saw me first, but when she saw Syreana sat at the end of the table his mouth shut quickly. He might be a bit extra- and very needy- but he respects my privacy when it comes to sharing it with another party. It's always been just us, so his pestering wasn't pushing it. But I wasn't ready to let someone else in our bubble yet. Even though she's confused me more then almost anything else in my life, I still didn't know her. Her stare wasn't enough for me to tear the vail I have so perfectly woven for myself. She may be able to wear it thin, but she couldn't rip it.

A loud clap breaks my daze, and it had caught everyone else's attention as well. Mrs. Phoenix stood tall at the front desk Will a soothing smile. Today she wore her hair up in a tall bun, and occasionally curls would fall to her forehead. Her dress was all black, cut of at the knee, with an outrageously big bow in the back that almost reached the floor. It suit her though. For some strange reason her attire always reminded me of someone else. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"As you can all see, your supplies is in front of you." I look down at the table to see there is in fact canvases and all sorts of paints along with brushes. I really have to stop zoning out. "Today you will start the project you were given on the first day. I want you all to envision it, and if you think you can-," she chuckled a bit as she gazes the wooden desk in from of her. "Start you outline."

My eyebrows pinched together as I watch her wave her hand as if dismissing us, and everyone else went to work. That's all? The outline?

I feel someone flick my forehead, and I send a knowing glare towards Theo. He sits back in his chair regularly before taking his pick of the supplies. "It's harder then you think." He teases under his breath with a matter of a fact tone.

I simply roles my eyes as turn my attention back to the supplies- taking a canvas, a pencil, and an eraser. When I lean back in my chair and start to think of what I should paint my mind goes absolutely blank. Of course. Clenching my jaw I glance up at a cheeky looking Theo.

I don't know how I deal with him.

My mind wanders to all the paintings I had looked up the night she assigned this. I was originally going to do something based off of Claude Monet. The trouble is I can't figure out what exactly to paint. I didn't want to be basic and do a lake, but for a second it would seem I would have to.

Sighing quietly to myself I sit up straight and look around, looking for some type of inspiration. All I see is supplies, other artworks that I could only dream to make, and students also searching through their brains. Theo looked like he was sleeping for a second, but I know he isn't. First, he would never sleep in this class. Second, he snores when he sleeps. Not obnoxiously, more like an exaggerated, breathy exhale.

However as I do look about the room I find myself staring at the girl who had once had stared right back at me. But from the looks of it she wouldn't be looking at me at all. She was consumed by her project, and I was astonished. She had already started her outline while no one else had even picked up their pencil. I found her aura equally intimidating and inspiring. Her eyes were determined and tranquil. It filled me with curiosity beyond belief, and if I were brave I would have snuck a peak at whatever she was working on so intently. But I'm not.

I would end up staring blankly at the white surface for the rest of the class. Thoughts would run throughout my mind, but they would never contribute to the project I was supposed to work on now. Sometimes I wish my mind was more work efficient. Theo had started his outline a few minutes to the end of the class, but never finished. He however would not stop rubbing it in my face of how irritated I looked.

"I told you it wasn't easy."

"Thank you Princess for your words of wisdom. They were much appreciated." I retorted back sarcastically, earning a laugh for the girl who had finished her outline.

"I still don't know how you finished yours so quickly." Theo says with an expression of disbelief. His hands come together and he bows playfully to her. "Teach me your ways sensei."

We both scoff at him and glance at each other after hearing the other. She simply laughs more while I bite my lip to keep anymore from spilling out. "Who do you have next?" I ask in effort to see if we'll have the next class together as well.

"Ms. Wheeler." She responded back simply.

My mouth goes into an o shape as I nod. "I have Mrs. Penelope."

Syreana looks back at me with a smile. "I have her for first. She's amazing."

I nod my head eagerly in agreement. "She's literally the best literature teacher I've ever had. Her first assignment is amazing."

If I could just think of what I should write for it.

"I really love how she's giving us so much freedom so that she can get to know our writing and just us in general. I think teachers don't really take it into consideration how much that can help us thrive in a subject. That's why I've always admired schools abroad. Especially in the Netherlands. Agora is such an inspiring school-,"

When I notice I'm rambling I look over at her to make sure she's not giving me a "you're crazy or insane" look. Thankfully she isn't. In fact she's smiling at me.

After I had stopped, her eyes went up and down my face to make sure, before making her own comment. "Yeah they're amazing. Schools abroad I mean. I used to live in London."

My eyebrows lift slightly, still shocked. She told me when we were at Theo's house, but I still couldn't get over it. Who would move from London to live here?

Hold on.

I stop in my tracks, feeling a body crash into my from behind. I turn to see Theo giving me a "yes? What do you need?" look. But I simply squint at him.

"What did you do?" I ask blankly, in a tone that said he knew exactly what I was talking about.

Of course he wasn't going to admit anything. His expression goes innocent and he raises his hands in defense. "Why does it have to be I did something?! I'm just peaceful standing here. Well I was walking but," he gestures to me with both hands.

I raise my brow at him and remark, "Exactly."

He huffs, "Fine! Note to self don't be quiet for five seconds."

I give him a sweet smile and pat his face. "Good. It's unnatural." Turning back around I noticed that Syreana was no longer in sight, and I can't hide my disappointment well enough.

Theo takes his place beside me, and nudges me with his elbow. "She left when you turned around." I look at him and see a sly smile on his face. What was he thinking? "To be fair I was trying to be nice enough and not ruin the moment." With that we split off into different directions and my eyebrows furrow. I turn to look at him one last time, but he's gone before I can.

Moment? What the hell was he talking about? Theo's never quiet. Why would he even- this doesn't make sense. The whole day didn't make sense.