Demon In High school

Chapter 7

Sighing in relief now that Mia is gone I look at the model on the four-legged stool that the teacher had placed in front of the classroom, it is a painting of a flower with long green stem and leaves which I guess the teacher himself has painted.

'Hmm....doesn't seem hard except, maybe for the shading on the petals'

I had just pressed the point of the brush dipped in color on the canvas to begin when I hear a loud screeching sound beside me.

Mia.

She was adjusting an easel beside mine!

Seriously?

The teacher looks at her disapprovingly "Don't place your easel there, take it to where it was Leah"

"It's Mia Mr.Andrews" she corrects him but doesn't move.

Everybody in the class has their heads turned in our direction, looking at her oddly placed easel but Mia is least bothered by that as she ties up her long hair in an elastic band and starts painting.

Ridiculously stubborn!

Having no other choice I start painting too beside her.

Time passes with ease when I'm with colors and brushes .From the corner of my eye, I look at Mia her brown hair tied in a ponytail and their is a smudge of green paint on her cheek.

I have no clue how she manged to get the paint their but nothing is hotter than a girl who doesn't mind getting messy with colors.

As soon as the thought passes my mind I freeze.....What??Mia!? Hot??No.....

I shake my head to get rid of that thought.

Mr.Andrews who was making rounds stops in front of my canvas,"The leaves have to be a little wavier"he comments.

Then he looks at Mia's painting "Perfect, not a single flaw" he says appreciatively.

Mia smirks at me and I do what I always do, I glare.

While internally I'm sulking because my painting has a flaw and her's doesn't.

Giving me another Im-so -much better than you smile of hers Mia goes back to her painting, she is almost done and I turn my attention back to mine.

Wishing that damn smudge on her cheek to stay out of my vision.

Calculus

I sit at the back of the class my resolution of reserving a special place for Mr.long nose in hell when I get back getting stronger with each passing second.

Finally, the torturous class finishes, but I can't be happy about it .

Why?

Because Mia walks up to me holding her calculus books, her expression as happy as mine, for our 'after school' Calculus studies.

She slams down her books beside me. I glare at them willing them to burn, both her books as well as mine no partiality there.

fifteen minutes later, I'm glaring at a problem that resists getting solved.

Mia had just shown me a solution to a problem she says is exactly similar and now she expects me to solve this one but I couldn't.

Exasperated Mia shakes her head "I knew you were stupid, but this stupid...." she pulls the pen out from my hand and solves it.

Then she gives me another problem

Then another,

Another,

Another,

And I.......couldn't solve any.

And also with every next problem and at my inability to solve it, Mia looks more and more murderous.