You were painting alone in class to catch up on all missing assignments while you were gone.

You randomly disappeared from school for weeks and today you finally returned.

Everyone was whispering and spreading rumors, people scattering and running away when they see you walk in the halls.

Painting was always an outlet for you, so it felt nice that you can finally take a breather.

The door opens and Josiah walks in. The popular boy.

“Oh shit. sorry. Didn’t realize anyone was in here.” He smiled.

You face back to your painting and continued. “I won’t take too long.” *

You could feel he was looking at your painting. “That’s a beautiful painting. Could you teach me?”

You hide your smile behind your sleeve. Finally someone who bothered to talk to you.

You pull up a chair and sat beside him, facing sideways.

You see in the doorway people with their phones recording and giggling. Maybe it wasn’t a good thing.