Okay. A bottle-vase, I thought. It can't be that difficult, can it? A
couple of smooth lines and wriggly reflections?

My friends always teased me for excelling in art, but it was just
practice. I was particularly proud of a drawing of Lee Hi I had slaved
over, but other than that, I could always pick faults. It annoyed my
friends no end.   Recently, I had been sketching the new boy a couple
of times, but I hadn't quite got his eyes right yet. He was a joy to
draw, but since he hadn't been here long, I hadn't perfected it yet.
But, I was quite glad I hadn't had that time yet; it meant Rihanna and
Sophia hadn't had the chance to ask him out- I wanted that
opportunity.

I stole a glance at the new boy. He had just moved here from Korea a
couple of weeks ago. Nobody knew anything about him, except that his
English was impeccable, and that he had an A star in cuteness. He was
sketching, and there was no denying he looked amazing. He had sleek,
dark hair that was always perfect, even in the dratted wind and rain
that had been haunting us, his brown eyes were far from ordinary; you
could get drowned in the warm chocolate that swirled in their depths,
and he often wore a red snapback that perched perfectly atop his head
when he walked to school after his parents dropped him off outside the
shop. That should be against the law, I thought. No one should look
that good with paper and a pencil. Even upside down, his work was a
piece of art. The glance was only a quick one; I didn't want him to
see.

Smudging a quick flick of shading, I rolled his name around my mind.
Jungkook. Even his name was enticing.

My eyes suddenly came back into focus, and I realised I had been
staring dreamily at the paint-stained sink. Snapping back into the
work ethic and silence of my art class, I tried to focus on the thin,
cuboid-shaped bottle in the centre of the table. I got lost in the
glass; it was easy to imagine it was Jungkook's eyes; beautiful and
mesmerising.

Flicking back my blonde curls, I tried to look as approachable and
pretty as possible, but not being too obvious. I parted my lips
slightly, bit my lip and propped up my head in my hands, without
forcing my elbow or shoulder too far into the table. The bright sun,
which was the first time the rain had held up in weeks, cast light
across my face in a attractive (I hoped) manner.

Looking back, it seems very out of character and very superficial to
be so bothered about how I looked in front of a boy I barely knew, but
he was very good-looking, however shallow that sounds.

Just as I had arranged myself in what I hoped was a natural but
engrossed position, the bell went, putting an end to my plan. Cursing
inwardly, I rose to my feet. Art was the only lesson in which I sat in
the close vicinity of Jungkook and I would have to wait to see him
again. Slinging my well-kept bag over my shoulder and gathering my
pencils into the inside pocket of my blazer, I tucked in my rickety,
broken chair and started to walk out of the door.

"Oooomph!"

The exclamation of surprise followed by the rustling of falling papers
lifted me from my dejected, self-pitying mood.

"Sorry!" I cried, I began to babble an apology, until I looked up and
saw into whom I had walked into.

"Jungkook! I'm so sorry!"

"No problem," he began, rushing down to the floor to hastily gather up
his fallen drawings. Thankful that everyone had already left, I went
down to help. Until I saw what the drawings were of: me. The top
drawing was of the position I was in before I adopted my silly attempt
to look attractive. Seeing the smile in his eyes when I picked his
sheets, I realised how fickle I was.

"These are of me?" I asked, impressed about how lifelike they were,
from the sparkle in the eyes, to the light from the sun cast across my
face.

"You were right there...." he stumbled across his words, "and...
you're really pretty. I just wanted to draw you!"

Oh my god! Jungkook called me pretty. Again, I'm not shallow, although
it DOES sound it. I'm not losing my head because of it, but it is
amazing!

"Um," I smiled awkwardly, when an idea strikes me. "We are allowed out
to the village at lunchtime; why don't I show you around?"