One New Message (Random Updates)

Chapter 8

"Yeah, what's up?" Gabe asked pulling his phone out of his pocket. "I'm in class now."

"Leave and follow the blonde in a grey shirt," Kota said hurriedly. "Now, Gabe."

"Fuck okay," Gabe said looking around. "Why?"

"Just do it, Gabe, don't lose her!" Corey said in the background.

"Alright, Jesus fucking Christ," Gabe huffed as he looked around. "Where? I don't fucking see her. Do you know how many fucking chicks have blonde fucking hair and are in desperate need of—"

"She just entered the art building talking to some TA, Gabe," Corey said taking the phone from Kota. "It's her, Gabe, don't fucking lose her!"

"Shit alright," Gabe shut up his tirade as he looked around. "Man move the fuck out of my way," he grumbled as he pushed past other students. Finally spotting the tiny woman wearing jeans that hugged her curves and a grey shirt that was the same shade as some of Owen's ties he sighed, "Fucking finally." He shoved past some more students and began walking behind her. "Got her," he said hanging up his phone and shoving it in his pocket.

"Good, he has her," Kota said patting Corey on the back. "Let get to class. You know Gabe he won't let her leave his sight now." Corey nodded and turned his back to the art building after casting one more look at it. He knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate in class but at least it would try and distract him until he could set his eyes on her again. She had to be her, she just had to be...

"I mean it, you better not get anymore complaints, Jade, they are talking about kicking you out of the program," the teacher's assistant sighed irritated, "I can't vouch for you anymore, Jade. Seriously, for someone as talented and skilled as you, you need to listen to the teachers, how else are you going to be taken seriously so they will actually look at your work when you won't listen to anyone? You know you can't keep pushing people away if you want to become a successful professional."

"There were many artists that were single and alone," Jade muttered emotionlessly and kept her face down as they walked.

"Well, at least you are listening somewhat since you changed out of those ridiculous clothes and got rid of that hideous hair color," the teacher's assistant sighed before stopping in front of a door. "Here, she is giving you one last chance, that's it Jade, no more. Keep your mouth shut and listen to what she has to say, she's only trying to help."

"Got it," she sighed as walked into the room with the assistant following right behind.

"Such bull fucking shit," Gabe grumbled as he leaned against the wall to try and control his emotions.

"Ready to get started, Miss Ford?" The teacher asked as if it was a huge inconvenience.

"Yes Ma'am," Jade said almost robotically.

"You may begin sketching," she said as she walked around the room. "And remember to think about how much negative space affects the picture as well."

"Yes Ma'am," Jade said as she sat on the stool by the window.

"Fuck this," Gabe mumbled as he pushed off the wall and took a deep breath before letting it out. He pushed a blonde streak of hair out of his face and walked into the room like it was an everyday occurrence.

"Mr. Coleman, what can I do for you?" The teacher asked smiling as if she was star struck.

"I want to work on my project Mrs. Snow," Gabe said casually as he walked over to the back. "I don't have anything to do in my class so I figured I could use this time to work on my project. That's not a problem now is it?" He grabbed an easel without waiting for a response and sat it next to Jade's. "Hey, what's up?" He asked winking at her before going to grab his oil pastel picture. He set it on the easel then grabbed the oil pastels and began working.

Jade tore her shocked eyes away from him and went back to sketching. She sat her pencil down and picked up some charcoal. "Are you really going to be mixing mediums Miss Ford?" Mrs. Snow asked tsking as she came up behind Jade. "You barely even sketched anything."

"I have the image in my head, Mrs. Snow," Jade said softly. "And I decided to just use charcoal and graphite, I think it will turn out well."

"How will you make anything pop or catch the audience's eyes if you are just going to use shading?" Mrs. Snow asked in disapproval. "You need color."

"The negative space will stand out against the shading," Gabe said like it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Many amazing artworks are done in charcoal and graphite. You don't need color to be an amazing piece. Da Vinci and Picasso drew in pencil after all."

"Of course," Mrs. Snow nodded, "well, I'll just leave you two be."

"Fucking good," Gabe muttered under his breath after she walked away. He leaned over and whistled, "Damn that looks good," he smiled. "I'm Gabe."

"Jade," she said softly. "Th...th...thank you."

"You're welcome," Gabe winked. "Now let's get back to making fucking masterpieces."

She nodded and went back to drawing. Once the class was over, she put her piece up and washed her hands. She grabbed her bag and picked up her binder then started to walk out of class. "Same time tomorrow, Miss Ford."

Jade nodded and entered the hallway. "Whoa, where do you think you are going?" Gabe asked as he suddenly appeared by her side and wrapped his arm over her shoulder.

"What?" she asked shocked.

Gabe chuckled, "Come on, let's get something to fucking eat. I'm fucking starving. What do you want? Arby's sounds good, do you want Arby's?"