"Are you sure?" Marley teased, grinning when he slid his ray bans down his nose to give her a playful glare with stunning blue eyes.
"Art's not my thing, spitfire," he wrinkled his nose before crossing his arms.
He was leaning against the wall beside the bulletin board, where the girls were signing up and discussing the plans. He had his little group of guys around him which included Leo, and they were talking about 'manly' day plans like volleyball on the beach or playing football or acting like idiots because they can.
"It's unfortunate that we miss all that beach time," Tristan muttered, "I mean two and a half hours seems like a lot for pottery."
"Art classes are usually a couple of hours," Marley said, having done many with Gabby in the past, "We can go to the beach after."
"Wait,
