Oh my God… even when he has a flat expression he looks handsome. I quietly stepped forward. I don't think he saw me coming, instead, he was busy with the painting he was working on.
"Are you going to continue standing there or are you going inside, Daphne?"
Spontaneously, I turned around to cover my blushing face, caught red-handed watching him like a rabid fan of his idol. And unfortunately, when I was about to leave, my forehead kissed the art class wall roughly, making me groan in pain and rub it.
Marcel's small laugh was heard behind him. "Watch out for the walls."
"Yes, thanks for the late warning, Mr. Vaughn." I hissed slowly. I turned my body and found Marcel was looking at me with a slightly slanted smile of his bastard for me.
Dat smile tho…
"Sorry, didn't mean to be rude. I accidentally saw you here during class. You must be skipping."
Marcel put the pallet in his hand on the table, then wiped his palm with a nearby dirty cloth. His head was tilted to one side. Stepping away from the canvas, he walked over to me without breaking his crooked smile.
"Well, you could say so. I didn't like History, so I ran off here."
Haha, he's like me. Hate history. "I also." My face lit up.
"But I love Math."
The wide smile on my lips disappeared in that instant. "Well… me too." Replacing a broad smile with a smirk, I crossed my fingers behind my back. I saw that he had oil paint stains on his uniform pocket. I pointed to the stain. "Your uniform is dirty."
Following my index finger, Marcel glanced at his uniform pocket and laughed softly. "That's okay. I often dirty it. It's called art." He looked at me after that. "You must be afraid of getting dirty."