Chapter Twenty-One: No Artistic Vision

“So whose house are we going to?” Gavin asked, taking a seat on the yoga mat that was placed on the floor.

“Why would we need to go to anyone’s house? All we have to do is get it done here, and then we wouldn’t need to go to anyone’s house.” I said, taking a seat across from him on the floor.

“Fine, whatever floats your boat.” Gavin said, laying back on the floor causing his shirt to ride up a little showing his tanned muscular stomach.

Why must all jerks be so toned and muscular?

“So where is little red?” Gavin asked, interrupting my thoughts.

I shrugged, pulling out my phone to check the time. “She said she is running a bit late but she should be here soon.” I said, scrolling through my messages looking over what Sarah texted me ten minutes ago.

We were currently in our school’s dance room. Mrs. Moore separated all groups, into different rooms so we could go ahead and get started on our dance, it was due after Spring Break. Which was two weeks away and we haven’t even started yet.

“What kind of dance do you want to do?” Gavin asked, interrupting my thoughts, “There’s lyrical, contemporary, hip hop, jazz-“

I waved my hand cutting him off, “How do you know the types of dances?” I questioned, curiously.

“Lucky guess?”

“The genres of dance isn’t something someone would guess, so either you did dance when you were younger or you are so smart about the dance world.” I said, giving him some suggestions of what I thought, “However, considering you are you I am going to go ahead and guess that the big bad Gavin did dance when he was younger.”

 “No I didn’t.” He said, lying.

“Yes you did!” I said grinning, “And considering you cheeks are flushed red, I know you are lying.”

“Fine I did dance,” He said, through his gritted teeth, “Happy?”

I nodded my head grinning at him, “Very.”

It was quiet for a few minutes, as I thought about Gavin’s little confession. I never knew someone like him would do such a thing. It didn’t seem like something he would do, but considering from my knowledge; Gavin did no extracurricular’s or sports, and he was in pretty good shape for someone who does nothing. So he probably does dance, but is embarrassed to admit it.

“The elf finally got her pot of gold,” I heard Gavin mutter.

“Elf’s work for Santa, I am pretty sure you mean leprechauns.” I said, correcting  him.

Gavin sat up from the yoga mat, directing a glare towards me, “Whatever.” He said, getting up.

I smiled at him, showing him my white teeth. “What are you doing?” I asked, as I watched him get up and stretch.

“Little Red is still not here, we have to start or else we would need to someone’s house to practice, and my house is definitely not an option.” He said stretching.

“Why?” I asked, getting up from the floor and copying his actions.

“It doesn’t matter, let’s just get this done with.” Gavin said, not pushing the topic any further.

I shrugged, dropping the topic. It seemed that he didn’t want to talk about it, and I just had to learn how to respect that. “Well, my house isn’t an option either.”

“Why?”

“It just isn’t okay?” I said, snapping at him.

Gavin let out a low whistle, “Someone is on their period.”

I ignored him and continued to stretch out my limbs. I wouldn’t want to pull a muscle. I continued to stretch in silence for the next few minutes, the awkwardness and silence thick in the air.

“Okay, you all stretched out?” Gavin asked me, I nodded my head in confirmation. “Okay, well we will start of basic. Follow me.” He said, and I nodded my head once again.

Gavin started of doing a shuffle, something that looked easy. But as he added more moves it began to look more and more difficult. As I tried to watch him trying to keep up with him as I began to copy the moves.

“Got it?” He asked, wiping his forehead.

“No.” I said, honestly.

“No?” He asked, confused.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” He said, repeating what I said.

“No!” I said.

Gavin began to wave his hands in the air. “What are you saying? Do you get the moves, yes or no?” He asked.

“No, I do not get the moves.” I said tired, even though I barely did anything.

“Then why did you say yes?”

“I didn’t say yes.” I told him, confused.

“Yes, you did.”

“No, I didn’t.” I protested.

“Yes you-" He began but then cut himself off, “You know what, forget it. We will just start working tomorrow so I can teach both of you instead of teaching someone who is incapable.”

“I am not incapable.” I said, huffing and crossing my arms over my chest, sending Gavin a glare.

“You kind of are,” He said walking over to his bag that he dumped in the corner earlier and taking out a water bottle.

“Fine whatever, I am incapable of dancing. At least I don’t get kicked out of class.” I pointed out.

“It’s not my fault that the art teacher had no artistic vision!” Gavin protested.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that Mr. Whatever-His-Name-Is should not be an art teacher! I was basically teaching myself in that class.” Gavin said, frustrated.

“What did you do?” I asked, getting right to the point.

“I did not do anything.” Gavin said, honestly. But, I knew he was lying.

“Yes you are.”

“No, I am not.” He said, lying once more. “Why do you think that anyways?”

“Because, you said you were teaching yourself in that class.” I said, repeating what he said earlier. “You never teach anyone, let alone yourself! You rely on your looks and your threats to pass high school.”

Gavin let out a sigh, “Fine, you’re right. But, you don’t know what I did to get kicked out of that class anyways.” He said, running a hand through his brown hair causing it to stick out even more.

“Yeah, what did you do?”

“I drew a picture of a penis.” He said, proudly.

I began to cough violently. “You did what?” I spluttered out.

“I drew a picture of a pe-“He began slowly, but I cut him off.

“I heard you the first time.” I snapped at him, “Why the hell would you do such a thing?” I questioned.

He shrugged, “He said to draw something that inspires you.”

“So you drew that?”

Gavin smirked at me, “Little Gavin not only inspires me but also all the girls I fu-“

I waved my hands in the air, stopping him from talking. “Just stop, I had enough Gavin for one day.” I said, getting up from the floor and heading to the door.

“Where are you going?” Gavin called out to me.

I turned to look at him, “Away from you!” I shouted to him not before slamming the door shut.

*

“He did what?” Sarah asked, a shocked look evident on her face.

“He drew a picture of his balls.” I said, shuddering.

“Well that does sound like something Gavin would do.” Holly said, taking a bite out of her sandwich.

“Still, I knew he was perverted but I didn’t know he was that perverted.”

We were currently sitting at our usual table at lunch, Sarah ended up coming to school. But, she came during the middle of second period. One of her brothers were sick, and apparently it was Sarah’s job to look after them while her parents were at work. I wasn’t sure which twin she said was sick Jake or Justin, but all I remember her saying was how one of them threw up on her when she was serving him food.

“Anyways, where’s Ben?” Holly asked, changing the topic.

I shrugged my shoulders, “I do not know, I haven’t seen him since he dropped me off this morning.” I said, honestly.

“Is it me or do you think Ben has been avoiding us?” Holly asked, unsure.

“What do you mean?” Sarah questioned.

“Well I rarely see him, he doesn’t join us for lunch anymore, claiming he has other friends. But truth be told I haven’t seen him with anyone else.” She said, looking genuinely confused. “You don’t think I am the one he has been avoiding do you?”

I shook my head, “I doubt that. Why would he want to avoid you?”

“You didn’t tell him that I like him, did you?” Holly rushed out.

“No!” I said, honestly, “Why would I say that to him?”

She shrugged, “Well the only person he talks to is you.”

“What are you implying, Holly?”

“Nothing.” She said, taking another bite out of her sandwich.

“Liar.”

“I am not lying.” She said in denial.

“Then, tell me what you are thinking!”

“Do you really want to know?” She asked putting her sandwich down and looking me dead in the eye.

“Yes!” I said, exasperated.

“Fine, I think the only reason Ben talks to you really is because he likes you. Not me, you.”

*****

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