Art Class - Lexiel & Wyatt

[Lexiel Westin]

Being a senior, Lexiel had already taken most of the classes that were required for graduation. That meant that the remaining courses she still had to take were mostly electives. Unfortunately for her, it was Art I. Art was perhaps the subject that Lexiel hated the most. It was obviously for non-artists, so why would you grade them on the talent they didn't have? Everyone should just get A's for showing up. The only reason she even chose art was because the other choices were band, orchestra, choir, and theatre, which required practice and rehearsals that would interfere with soccer.

As if having the worst class in the world wasn't enough, Lexiel shared the wretched class with Wyatt Parks. How fantastic. To be honest, she didn't hate him, but hate was a very strong word and what she felt towards him was probably close to it. She didn't (and never plans to) tell a soul about what happened between the two of them and while it was pure sex with no emotions involved, Lexiel still wonders why she let it go as far as it did.

Snapping back to reality, she took her usual seat in the second row and set her black backpack down. Today, she wore a lacy gray tank top underneath a burgundy-colored leather jacket with dark jeans and matching knee-high burgundy boots. Her blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail because she hated to get it dirty with paint or whatever messy art materials they were using.

"Class, today we will be working on sculpting, mainly with clay. You can make anything you'd like and when you finish, we'll bake it and then you can paint it. Any questions? Good." The teacher seemed to despise the class almost as much as Lexiel did. What did he do to land such a miserable job? At least the other art teachers loved what they did.

Nonetheless, Lexiel pulled the sleeves of her jacket up before she began to work on her blob of clay. She glanced around the room to get an idea of what to make and saw the other students working diligently on their sculptures. What the hell. Do they just wake up with ideas every morning? Finally, she got to Wyatt and her curious eyes lingered there a little longer. She wondered what he would make.

[Wyatt Parks]

Wyatt really didn’t like this class. The only reason he got stuck with it was to get that stupid art class out of the way. He was pretty sure no one liked art here, he was no good at it that was for sure. The teacher seemed to hate his job and that made the class about ten times more fun. There weren’t really any cool people in the class either, so he mainly sat by himself, and made faces at Lexiel. Just to annoy her. Or tried to make something better than her and prove he was better than her, but that generally didn’t work out right.

He plopped down in a chair, and listened as the teacher gave his speech, about what they were doing. Some teacher he was, well at least this class was an easy A. Or so Wyatt figured it was. That was pretty much the only good thing about the class. So he rolled up the sleeves of his sweat shirt and started messing the lump of clay. This was so fun. Oh yeah, and it was definitely going to turn into something useful. Maybe a mug, if he could even get it in the right shape. Which probably wouldn’t happen.

“What are you looking at?” He asked when he noticed that Lexiel was looking over at him.

[Lexiel Westin]

Taken by surprise, Lexiel narrowed her eyes when Wyatt spoke. She hadn't intended to stare long enough for him to notice, let alone call her out on it. 'Don't flatter yourself, I was looking for ideas,' she thought to herself. Glancing down at the lump of clay, she frowned. What could she make that would actually turn out the way it should? Better yet, what the hell would she do with it when she was done?

"What are you making?" Lexiel asked, nodding at his own ball of clay. If Wyatt had already started to work, it didn't appear so and she obviously wasn't going read his mind, so she might as well just ask. Her tone was indifferent, as if she was just asking out of boredom.

She picked up a tool and studied it briefly before setting it back down. "Don't know what that's for," Lexiel mumbled to herself. She felt so far behind the rest of the class. Since when did they become such experts in sculpting? Whatever. It was a stupid assignment in an even more stupid class anyway. Turning her attention back to Wyatt, she waited for his answer, kneading the clay so it wouldn't dry out.

[Wyatt Parks]

“Clearly, this is a lump of clay,” he said, since when was he supposed to know how to do this stuff anyway? Sculpting wasn’t his thing, and it was evident by how hard it was for him to even figure out how to get started on this… What was it again, oh yeah it was a mug, because that was going to work out well. He sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair, looking at Lexiel, “It’s mug,” he said with a grin,” or uh it will be,” he shook his head, she was just going to insult it anyway, so why even bother telling her.

“What is…” He pointed to her lump of clay, “That?” He asked, as if he was bored. He was, with this class, it wasn’t fun. Clearly he wasn’t having fun learning how to make things from clay, if you even call that learning, and then he had to talk to Lexiel which he didn’t have a problem with, except for the fact that she was a bitch most of the time, and that whatever she was making couldn’t be any better then his stupid mug. For a second he contemplated telling the teacher he made a rock and being done with it, but he decided against it, it couldn’t be that hard to make something for real right. Maybe he could just flatten this and make a plate or something.

[Lexiel Westin]

"Oh, wow thanks for the enlightenment," she said sarcastically. Lexiel knew Wyatt knew what she was trying to ask, he was just being a smart ass. As per usual. "I don't know what to make that might even be remotely useful," she added with a groan. A mug seemed ideal, but she didn't drink coffee so it would be useless to her. Give it away? Well, she would just to get rid of it, but that ran the risk of the other person thinking it was a token of friendship and she certainly didn't need that.

There were no assigned seats in this class, so Lexiel did something she didn't think she would ever do, but desperate times called for desperate measures and these two clueless kids had to stick together. She picked up her ball of basically dirt and moved to sit next to Wyatt.

She liked the fact that they were on the same level, so for once in their lives, the two of them were not being competitive like how they are on the soccer field. "I guess I could make a mug too and if it doesn't come out right, I'll give it to my aunt as a flower pot," she said with a shrug. Everybody wins in that situation.

"You gonna give yours to Carol so she can do the same thing?" Lexiel sneered.

[Wyatt Parks]

When she mentioned giving it to Carol Wyatt laughed, taking a piece of the clay and rollling it around in his hands, just to look as if he was doing something that was remotly useful.

"She's probably throw it at me," he laughed, "Ok maybe not, but as much as she would probably not love my mug vase potato lump of clay. I think I'll just keep it, " he shrugged. "It sort of looks like a potato. "Cann I say I made a potato and be done with it? He dind't ask that question out loud though. While he was suprised that she was sitting next to him, he didn't comment on it, normally he would have made a comment like 'Awh I knew you'd come back, I'm iresistible' or something dumb like that, but he was too shocked by the movement to know what to say. So instead of being a dick and making a comment like 'It's an Apocolypse, the bitch is actually talking to me,' he kept his mouth shut.