Do I have to be a cheerleader? -6/?
The bell has rung,and Patrick and Greta are on their way to the next lesson. Patrick feels burning inside because: a) the others finally noticed he CAN play,ha; b) he didn’t expect such a come back and he’s both astonished and pleased; c) Brendon and Greta actually liked him,but were too influenced by the law of the jungle also known as high school.
Too head over heels for the success he achieved,that relieves the bitterness for being ignored for too long,Patrick bumps into someone else. It must be the ‘knock-into-people day’ and he didn’t know it.
A tall,tall,tall guy with a fro,hazy eyes,gauges as earrings and septum piercing is standing in front of him,scanning Trisha up and down.
“New?” he simply says,kind of mumbling the word. Patrick can swear the dude just smoked a joint.
“Yep,” Patrick replies, “and…sorry for running into you.”
The other dude just waves his hand and walks off. Greta rolls her eyes, “I don’t get why they never suspend him or something for being all wasted at school…That was Travis,by the way,a senior…”
Patrick nods,both because he recognised the guy and because he agrees with Greta.
“We have to part ways,now,” the blonde girl pops up sadly, “the art room is here,while I have to go in the cooking lab…I’ll give you the cookies that turned out the best,” she adds with a laugh.
“Haha,sure,thank you. Catcha later,then.” Greta waves and is off while Patrick enters the art lab.
***
Patrick has always liked the art room,because the walls are painted in different styles that are somewhat well blended together; as far as he know,the artificers were the art teacher Gerard Way,the Travis guy of earlier and a skinny guy called ‘The Butcher’.
Mr Way is at his desk,doodling God knows what,barely acknowledging the students entering his class; it’s only when someone coughs loudly that the teacher snaps out of his concentration and turns around confused, finally noticing the lesson has started and everybody is waiting for him.
“Oh,ehm…sorry guys…uh,today I want you to pair up and paint a portrait of your partner,the most realistic possible. Let’s put the easels facing one another.”
As Patrick expected,Mr Way doesn’t notice there’s a ‘new’ person in his class. Whatever.
He ends with,hands down,The Butcher: his real name is Andrew, he got that nickname after his father who owns a butchery,and is one of the most talented artists of the school. Patrick on the other hand can’t draw to save his life,and warns his partner not to run away terrified or to puke or something.
The Butcher chuckles at her and introduces himself, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before,I’m Andy but everybody calls me The Butcher”.
“Hi,I’m Trisha and yes,I just moved here,” Patrick explains. The Butcher smiles and nods,and without another word he’s focused on his work.
Patrick does his best to put Andy’s features on canvas,making a mess with the tempera and ending with red,brown and yellow fingers.
***
“Ok guys,show me what you got!” Mr Way urges the students at the end of the lesson. He starts going from easel to easel.
“Good job,Lindsey and Alicia,I like the dark colors you used.”
Typical,Patrick thinks: first of all,both girls are wearing dark clothes and dark make up,so there wasn’t too much choice of colors; second,Lindsey,Alicia and the teacher have in common the love for whatever involves vampires,monsters and shit like that,and whatever the girls do is fine to him.
“Uh…interesting,eh, brushstrokes,ehm…” the teacher trails off trying to remember the name of his student.
“Suarez,” the guy sighs.
“Oh,yeah,Suarez,” Way nods thoughtful before heading to other people.
“Wow,Andy,you seriously surpassed yourself,” the teacher addresses The Butcher,who smiles cheerfully at him and turns to look at Trisha,gesturing to come see the portrait he made of her. Patrick blushes seeing the great job The Butcher has just done:he got perfectly the softness of Patrick’s new features,the light in the hair,the reflections in the eyes,extrapolating the beauty of Trisha and putting it in a masterly fashion on canvas.‘Wow’s and ‘aww’s come from everyone in the room.
Mr Way checks the clock, “Oh,the lesson’s almost over,please put the easels back and lay the canvases against the wall,I’ll mark them later and I’ll give you them back next time.”
“That was amazing,” Patrick addresses to The Butcher while putting the easels in place.
“Why thank you…I was thinking to give it to you,once Gerard has marked it,” Andy replies with a bright smile.
Patrick blushes, “Oh,I can’t accept it,it’s a work of yours and…”
”…And that’s why I want to give it to you,” The Butchers chimes in. Patrick nods thankful,smiling shyly.
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Too head over heels for the success he achieved,that relieves the bitterness for being ignored for too long,Patrick bumps into someone else. It must be the ‘knock-into-people day’ and he didn’t know it.
A tall,tall,tall guy with a fro,hazy eyes,gauges as earrings and septum piercing is standing in front of him,scanning Trisha up and down.
“New?” he simply says,kind of mumbling the word. Patrick can swear the dude just smoked a joint.
“Yep,” Patrick replies, “and…sorry for running into you.”
The other dude just waves his hand and walks off. Greta rolls her eyes, “I don’t get why they never suspend him or something for being all wasted at school…That was Travis,by the way,a senior…”
Patrick nods,both because he recognised the guy and because he agrees with Greta.
“We have to part ways,now,” the blonde girl pops up sadly, “the art room is here,while I have to go in the cooking lab…I’ll give you the cookies that turned out the best,” she adds with a laugh.
“Haha,sure,thank you. Catcha later,then.” Greta waves and is off while Patrick enters the art lab.
***
Patrick has always liked the art room,because the walls are painted in different styles that are somewhat well blended together; as far as he know,the artificers were the art teacher Gerard Way,the Travis guy of earlier and a skinny guy called ‘The Butcher’.
Mr Way is at his desk,doodling God knows what,barely acknowledging the students entering his class; it’s only when someone coughs loudly that the teacher snaps out of his concentration and turns around confused, finally noticing the lesson has started and everybody is waiting for him.
“Oh,ehm…sorry guys…uh,today I want you to pair up and paint a portrait of your partner,the most realistic possible. Let’s put the easels facing one another.”
As Patrick expected,Mr Way doesn’t notice there’s a ‘new’ person in his class. Whatever.
He ends with,hands down,The Butcher: his real name is Andrew, he got that nickname after his father who owns a butchery,and is one of the most talented artists of the school. Patrick on the other hand can’t draw to save his life,and warns his partner not to run away terrified or to puke or something.
The Butcher chuckles at her and introduces himself, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before,I’m Andy but everybody calls me The Butcher”.
“Hi,I’m Trisha and yes,I just moved here,” Patrick explains. The Butcher smiles and nods,and without another word he’s focused on his work.
Patrick does his best to put Andy’s features on canvas,making a mess with the tempera and ending with red,brown and yellow fingers.
***
“Ok guys,show me what you got!” Mr Way urges the students at the end of the lesson. He starts going from easel to easel.
“Good job,Lindsey and Alicia,I like the dark colors you used.”
Typical,Patrick thinks: first of all,both girls are wearing dark clothes and dark make up,so there wasn’t too much choice of colors; second,Lindsey,Alicia and the teacher have in common the love for whatever involves vampires,monsters and shit like that,and whatever the girls do is fine to him.
“Uh…interesting,eh, brushstrokes,ehm…” the teacher trails off trying to remember the name of his student.
“Suarez,” the guy sighs.
“Oh,yeah,Suarez,” Way nods thoughtful before heading to other people.
“Wow,Andy,you seriously surpassed yourself,” the teacher addresses The Butcher,who smiles cheerfully at him and turns to look at Trisha,gesturing to come see the portrait he made of her. Patrick blushes seeing the great job The Butcher has just done:he got perfectly the softness of Patrick’s new features,the light in the hair,the reflections in the eyes,extrapolating the beauty of Trisha and putting it in a masterly fashion on canvas.‘Wow’s and ‘aww’s come from everyone in the room.
Mr Way checks the clock, “Oh,the lesson’s almost over,please put the easels back and lay the canvases against the wall,I’ll mark them later and I’ll give you them back next time.”
“That was amazing,” Patrick addresses to The Butcher while putting the easels in place.
“Why thank you…I was thinking to give it to you,once Gerard has marked it,” Andy replies with a bright smile.
Patrick blushes, “Oh,I can’t accept it,it’s a work of yours and…”
”…And that’s why I want to give it to you,” The Butchers chimes in. Patrick nods thankful,smiling shyly.
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