Year Two

Skylar's P.O.V

About a week later, I happily made my way to my art class, which was four hours long.. Not that I'm complaining, it was truly fun. We could choose between painting, ceramics, or walking around the campus with our sketch pads and a bag of colored pencils. The teachers really makes us expand our creativity, which I think is great. I've learned so much just over this whole week, better techniques, easier methods, and ways to improve the colors. I do miss everyone at Cambridge, I haven't spoken to Harry, Rachel, or Luke recently. Our teachers are making us do this weird "cleansing" thing, we can't use our electronics for two weeks. I had told my parents about it, but I had sadly forgotten to tell anyone else. Only one more week until I get my phone and laptop back, I wouldn't say I'm dying without them, but its still hard to adjust to it.

The art program is right next to a photography program, we interact with each other allot, and sometimes we join some of their classes, and vice versa. I had met a couple of people I hang out with, they're mostly all artists, a few photographers too. Not to mention my room mate, she reminded me allot of one of my old friends in high school. She is so focused on winning the art competition at the end of the 6th month, its almost scary. She also loves to bring people over to loft, not that I'm really complaining though. I'm finding it easier to fit in here, then I did at the university. Suddenly a pair of hands appear in my face, and their fingers snap, making me jerk backwards, nearly falling off of my stool.

"You alright there, Skylar?" The voice of one of my teachers asks, I nod quickly, adding a smile and an apology before taking off my apron.

I leave my blank canvas and grab a my sketch pad, with my bag of colored pencils, along with my small bag. I quickly walk over to the sign out sheet and scribble my name down and exit the room. I had somehow found my way outside of the building and into the indoor garden that was in between the two programs. I sit down on a stone bench and set down my bag, and begin to sketch the bright red roses in front of me, but stop when I hear the sound of multiple clicks. My head flies upward, and I scan the garden around, until I find a pair of bright blue eyes staring at me. They somehow feel familiar. His dark, black hair fell just above his eyes, and the camera in his hands now rested on his chest with the strap wrapped around his neck.

"Jace?" I ask, setting down my pencil and furrowing my eyebrows.

"Princess?" He laughed, walking over to me and plopping down. "what are the chances of us meeting again, it must be fate." I scoff slightly, before packing up my pencils and getting ready to leave.

"Wait," He said, grabbing my pencil pouch and running off with it. I grumble a string of curse words before stomping after him with my canvas in my hand. Once I had caught up with him, he smiled and nudged my shoulder. "so, how are things going at the art program?"

"Its awesome," I beam, smiling widely. "I'm glad I finally got into the program, its everything I hoped it would be."

"I sense I but coming in?" He smirked, picking up his camera and aiming it towards me. I quickly turn away, holding up a hand and pushing it away.

"But," I mutter, sticking out my tongue at him as he takes a picture. "I do miss everyone at Cambridge, they're like family to me. You better delete those, or I'll break your nose."

"Ah, a feisty one," He chuckled, shutting the camera off and turning back to me. "oh yes, Cambridge. How's the whole Harry situation going for you? Last time I checked you two were practically dating."

"Yeah, uh," I cough out awkwardly, stuffing my hands in my pockets and meeting his eyes. "we're not talking at the moment. Well, I'm not talking to anyone. The program took away our electronics."

"Damn, that must suck." He said, after letting out a low whistle.

"Hey," I stop walking and hold out my hand. "could I borrow your phone to make a call really quick?"

"Not unless you let me take a few pictures of you." He smirked, making me raise my eyebrows.

"Its for a project." He explains with a smile. I slowly nod my head. He takes out his iPhone and sets it on my hand. I mutter a thank you and quickly dial Rachel's number.

Notes

Hey guys! It feels like I haven't updated in forever. Thanks to all of you who have been commenting, it means allot! :)

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