Bubbly and energetic teacher? Check. Zarek turned to look at Will, who was staring at their instructor. Probably captivated by her looks and aptly daydreaming about her, if history were to repeat itself. Zarek cringed and closed his eyes. That's some dangerous ground you're treading on again, she's our teacher, he thought to himself, not bothering to pay attention to "Ms. Liz" at the moment. Both of their bubbles were popped when she pounded her desk, though. Will's face seemed to shatter as he let loose a very quiet gasp. Okay. Maybe she wasn't so cheerful all of the time, hinted by her now-serious expression. Zarek didn't dare miss another word of her instruction in fear that she'd call him out or something. "Draw each other? Now I can actually set you on fire," Zarek pointed out as he pleadingly looked at Will, who blinked and shook his head.
"Yeah, too scary. Sorry to bail out on the sausage fest, but the girls in this class are smokin', Will said as he got up, walking away towards disappointment. Zarek slowly brought his palm to his face, he knew Will didn't stand a chance with any sane girl in this school and that he was going to walk away from this assignment with a handprint on his face. He was never that good at drawing, so any potential partner might get offended. 'I'm not that fat!' While the thought amused him, he was still stuck without a partner because he didn't know anybody else in the class. "So it's going to be one of those days, is it? Whatever," he muttered to himself and stood up, deciding to take the Ms. Liz up on her offer to work with a student. This could be a chance to give her a good first impression on his art skills. Who knows, maybe he could walk away with a good picture of himself if she took it seriously enough. He walked up to the front, moving amidst the other people looking for partners, and took a piece of paper. After taking his mechanical pencil out of his pocket, he looked her directly in the eyes. "Do I still have to put my name on the paper if I work with you?" Zarek asked. Mainly to show off his sense of humor, dull as it may be right now. It was still early in the morning.
"Yeah, too scary. Sorry to bail out on the sausage fest, but the girls in this class are smokin', Will said as he got up, walking away towards disappointment. Zarek slowly brought his palm to his face, he knew Will didn't stand a chance with any sane girl in this school and that he was going to walk away from this assignment with a handprint on his face. He was never that good at drawing, so any potential partner might get offended. 'I'm not that fat!' While the thought amused him, he was still stuck without a partner because he didn't know anybody else in the class. "So it's going to be one of those days, is it? Whatever," he muttered to himself and stood up, deciding to take the Ms. Liz up on her offer to work with a student. This could be a chance to give her a good first impression on his art skills. Who knows, maybe he could walk away with a good picture of himself if she took it seriously enough. He walked up to the front, moving amidst the other people looking for partners, and took a piece of paper. After taking his mechanical pencil out of his pocket, he looked her directly in the eyes. "Do I still have to put my name on the paper if I work with you?" Zarek asked. Mainly to show off his sense of humor, dull as it may be right now. It was still early in the morning.



