30 Days

II.

Blanche watched Ashe over the top of her sketchbook. Ashe was over by the flowerbed, sitting on the grass as he drew. He had taken off his blazer and loosened his tie. Even disheveled, he looked really handsome.

She, on the other hand, was kneeling on the grass in front of the school's adopted ginger cat. Or was it the cat who adopted the school? She wasn't sure. She, too, had removed her blazer and folded her sleeves to her elbows to draw better. But she was sure she didn't look as good as he was and probably was covered in dirt.

Their art class had taken them outside the school grounds where they were tasked to pick a subject to draw. Chairman, the cat, was sleeping peacefully under the shade of the tree when she found it and she decided to make it her subject.

Again. 

The teacher would probably scold her for handing in another cat drawing but she said a subject of nature right? She couldn't possibly fault Blanche for that.

Ashe frowned and Blanche couldn't help but stare at him. Ashe was one of the best looking boys in school and he was also one of the smartest.

But he was lazy.

He always slept in class or stared out of the window. During PE class, he would just stand by the side or sit on the bench. One time, their class was playing basketball and he actually just stood in the middle of the court, waiting for the ball to be passed to him. He couldn't be pushed to exert effort in anything, except in art class, and teachers always lament the fact that he was such a waste.

Blanche should never have taken that bet with Jill.

And she definitely shouldn't have lost.

It was her first time losing their bets and Jill was such a sadist for making her do such horrible task.

Ashe yawned and she looked away.

How the heck would she get him to notice her?

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Ashe observed Blanche as she gave the school cat a cuddle under a tree. Her hair was in its usual bun with various pens and pencils sticking out of it. She also had a smudge of charcoal on her cheek.

His lips twitched as he continued to stare at her.

She probably drew the cat again and he looked forward to the excuse she'll give to their art teacher. Everytime she submitted her drawings, it was always, without fail, a drawing of a cat. That was why she was dubbed by everyone in school as the cat girl.

The cat tried to get away from her, mewling, and to his amusement, he heard her mewl back. She was really weird.

He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his gaze.

And cute.

Finn had told him a little about her. Like him, she loved to draw. And like him, she won last year's art showcase but only coming second to his first. She was also friendly and kind but whenever she started to talk about cats, there was no stopping her so everyone would always find an excuse to get away from her.

Ashe should be feeling glad Finn didn't choose someone annoying with a whiny voice and an attitude to match.

But damn it, but he should have listened to the rules closely when Finn suddenly made the bet so he could have won.

And, damn it, he shouldn't have accepted the bet in the first place.

This was too much work and he'd rather sleep than do anything exhausting as this.

Blanche laughed when the cat nuzzled her neck and he dropped his gaze down to his sketchbook.

How the heck would he get her to notice him?