Young Writers Society

Hi it's 22Midnight again
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First Impression: so I'm guessing where still looking at things from Zeke's point of view that cool, really hoping that this chapter reveals what scheme his planning to use on Abigail dad, really hoping that it doesn't mean that his using her that would be horrible.

Synthosia University, the pompous campus I have attended for the last three years, derived its name from a blend of synthesis and utopia. Some schmuck probably thought he was a genius coming up with that. I knew I would never fit in here. My classmates mostly came from upper-class lifestyles with nothing more to offer the world than gossip and narcissism. Rather than blending in, I preferred to stand out and make people remember me. I accomplished that in a sea of clean-cut All-American brutes who loved sports and beer. My Polynesian-tanned skin, covered in black tattoos, shaggy black hair, and equally dark eyes, made people turn their heads the minute I walked into the room.

I guess that his been forced to go to this campus either because it is the only one available to go to, or because of his grandfather telling him that this one was the one he had to go to, otherwise I don't see why his even here if there are better once where he can fit in more where his from.

My gaze casually drifted around the class I walked in. The art building was nothing short of striking. High black beams decorated the ceiling, and each room offered a distinct experience. The painting classroom had scattered tables with painting supplies and windows covering the far wall. I took a seat in the back.

that sounds like a really interesting set up, probably to help give everyone some inspiration instead of just looking at a blank white wall, don't know it sounds real cool

Ms. Patterson walked in and began discussing color theory. I was only half listening as I yawned. She proposed a question to the class: "Can anyone tell me about complementary colors and how they interact in a painting?"

In a flash, a hand up front raised eagerly. "Miss Winslow, I like your enthusiasm!"

XD i can tell that Zeke was probably never going to raise his hand to this question, I feel as though his one of the rebels of the school while Abigail the teachers pet, always very happy to do things whether its silly or not.

Confidently, Abigail began, "Complementary colors are pairs of colors that are opposite of each other on the color wheel."

What a stupid class! I mean, seriously? We were all seniors, and Ms. Patterson thought teaching something as rudimentary as this was the best use of our time. What a waste. Glancing out the window, I observed the early autumn air gently breezing in, carrying the sight of students walking across the courtyard. Beyond the campus, seagulls roamed the beach, eagerly searching for food. Living near the water granted us the privilege of a perpetually moderate temperature, never dropping below 50 degrees.

so why has he been here three hole years if this is supposed to be easy for him? really getting mixed feelings about Zeke right now, I'm not sure whether I like him or dislike him.

My focus shifted from the window to Abigail, who explained more. "When placed together in a painting, they create contrast and enhance each other's intensity. Mixing complementary colors can also create a neutral gray or brown tone, which is useful for shading and adding depth."

well she certainly now's what she's talking about doesn't she, while he just doesn't care XD there actually so different that I'm not sure that Abigail going to like him, I don't know maybe he likes things more difficult.

Ms. Patterson's smile widened, clearly impressed by her. "Excellent, Abigail! Complementary colors play a crucial role in enhancing the impact of a painting. Integrating them thoughtfully can take your artwork to a new level of visual interest. Today, we are going to pair up to explore this concept."

She began distributing colored sticks, probably intending to pair us up for some mind-numbing group assignment. She moved around the room, handing them out like candy.

Oh no his not going to like this, i'm kind of hoping that him and Abigail will be teamed up, I really want to know how it will end of going, it might be a disaster or end up going really well not sure.

Finally, everyone had one, and mine was yellow. Ms. Patterson told us to sit near the same color partner. I uncomfortably pinched the bridge of my nose with my arms over my face as Abigail walked over to sit with me, her auburn hair in a tight bun. She avoided making eye contact with me. Today, the bun on her head matched the tight stick up her ass.

Yes I'm getting my wish haha this is going to go so badly XD, WHAT DID HE JUST SAY!! why does he even want to talk to her if that's the way he thinks of her, i'm really hoping that this is a hate to love kind of relationship because he doesn't like her one bit.

Ms. Patterson droned on about our first assignment, and I evaluated Abigail as she sat beside me. She fussily arranged the bottles and paint brushes, putting them in rainbow order and the tools by size. Who the hell does that? Ms. Patterson shared with us she had paired us based on our differing responses from those absurd 'getting to know me' questionnaires, and I briefly considered the option of dropping her class.

I see he doesn't like things to be organized and Abigail does that's going to annoy him so much, but I can just see how she's set it up and be like yeah that's great, that makes sense.

Abigail seemed more guarded than in our previous encounters. Her body turned away from me with no eye contact, despite my staring. Her mouth was tensed straight. Was she annoyed that I was her partner? Why?

Hmm I wonder if Abigail picked up that his not that nicer person and maybe she should be hanging out with him *gasps* or what if she broke up with Jake and is having a real hard time along with stuff at home being hard.

"Along with your presentation," Ms. Patterson disclosed, her voice dripping with bullshit, "I want you to get to know your partner. With that knowledge in hand, your artwork will personify their aura. You may use our 'getting to know me' pages as a starting place. Today, we will work with acrylics while you talk. You may begin."

this sounds like it could be a rather interesting assignment for them to do together.

Aura? What the hell did that even mean? And the assignment was worth half our grade? I thought about packing my shit and jumping ship. As I bent over to grab my backpack, my frustration boiling over, I accidentally bumped heads with Abigail. Startled, she yelped and gave me a glare.

he doesn't know what Aura means that's actually a really important thing this could teach him something. No you can't ditch class just because you don't know what the word means dude. *loud gasp* how dare you do that to Abigail you should be more careful.

"We've got to stop meeting this way." I attempted to make a joke, but it fell flat, met with only silence.

"You're the one who keeps bumping into me." She still refused to look at me. Ms. Patterson handed out our answered questionnaires. Abigail looked over my answers, her body stiff.

"Well, you think you would watch where you are going." My reply perfectly mirrored the sharpness of her tone. She had dipped into the acrylic paint but changed her mind, rinsing the brush in the water cup.

he tried to joke about it, not cool man not cool! I'm getting really worked up here I want to go and protect Abigail now from this dip shit. wait wide she change her mind about painting, oh no please don't have a full blown fight in front of the teacher that won't go well.

Before I knew it, my backpack was on my shoulder, and I shoved the table as I stood. Unluckily for Abigail, her side bore the brunt of my force, and water sloshed out of the cup, cascading across and splattering onto the canvas while brushes clattered to the floor. I didn't mean to push the table so hard; her coldness distracted me. I had done nothing wrong, so why was she treating me like I had? Maybe she was just as pompous as her last name implied.

Oh so your just going to ditch class now ha not cool man not cool. HAAA *screams* what the heck man come on hasn't she been through enough with people ruining her artwork already and making her life difficult!! forget everything I said about you Zeke your a jerk!

"Oops, my bad." With a wicked grin, I nonchalantly shrugged.

As she desperately tried to save her setup, her eyes widened. She wore a scowl, illustrating her irritation. Finally, she looked at me. Her eyes glared at me, and her nostrils almost flared like a bull. It was nearly too satisfying, but I suppressed a chuckle. I treated her better than I treated most people, yet she responded with hostility.

Abigails having a hard time jeez the last thing she needs is your coming in and making things even harder for her, I mean look what you just did and you grinning about it but your know what her father did and you can't give a shit.

"I'll get some paper towels," Ms. Patterson called out, rushing to help clean up the mess.

I remained callous as I grabbed a few brushes from the floor. Perhaps this class won't be so dull. I sat back down, dropping my bag to the floor.

After the mess dried, the canvas on the table was no longer blank; colorful droplets spread across it. Abigail's brows furrowed as she sighed. Frustration dripped from her voice as she whispered. "Ugh, this is a disaster."

now his sitting back down after he got her really mad, so he just likes to take advantage of people who are in pain then.

I met her eyes and put my hands under my chin, feigning innocence. "Well, you know what they say, sometimes the best masterpieces are born from happy accidents."

She exaggerated a fake laugh and raised an eyebrow at me. "Really? Are you attempting to salvage the mess you made?"

really now his talking artistry now that his mucked everything up, I think the teacher should have sent him to detention for this how'd he get away with it? because this did happen right in front of her, and I no that in a normal school that type of attitude wouldn't be tolerated.

I tried to hide my amusement with a coy expression. "Absolutely! I mean, look at it. It's not what you initially planned; now it'll be better."

I sensed her dislike of my comment, but there was a hint of humor in her expression. I may have unintentionally messed up her painting, but I wouldn't apologize when I didn't mean it. Maybe she would remove the stick from her ass that I didn't put if I gave her a taste of her own medicine.

Abigail's a nice person she don't have a stick up her ass your just have a problem being nice, I really hope that at least Emily is there to comfort her after this incident.

Overall: I think this was one of my favorite chapters just because there was a lot of drama that was put into this one, and I wasn't really expecting Zeke to be so rude but I guess I under estimated someone for once, because I normally always say that guys are jerks.

anyway that's it from me

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