#3 A painting by my Princess

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After eating my lunch, I made my way towards the Art class. Hardly had I entered the room when the bell rang. I was just on time. I took my art supplies from the art locker and sat on my regular seat. The professor told us to sketch something that we love the most. I started sketching. I am 'pretty good' at art. And by 'pretty good' I mean that I am excellent. My drawings have been displayed in the whole school corridor.

Most of the walls have my paintings and the remaining walls have the paintings done by Ryan Stanford, one of Stefan's best friends and Selena's long lost crush. He and I are on good terms, unlike Stefan and me. He is like a best-friend-brother to me. We talk a lot during art.

I have even planned to play the cupid and bring Selena and Ryan together. I think that even Ryan likes Lena. The way he looks at her is amazing. And the way she blushes in his presence is incredible. So yes. I am going to bring them together.

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The period was about to end, with only 15 minutes remaining, when the professor asked us to show our work. I took a glance at my sketch. It was a portrait of Emma, my ex-best friend. Emma was a junior when I was a freshman. She was the first one to come up to me and say 'hi'. I shared everything with her; everything except about the gang. I have sworn to secrecy for that. She was like a big sister to me. I always wanted one and she was there. But this sister was only for one year.

When she was a senior, she died. Nope. She was killed. I don't know why she was killed. I have an assumption that it was because of me. Someone knows who I am even though I am undercover. She was killed because 'they' knew I was close to her. This is what the rivalry gangs do. So that out of frustration, we take the wrong steps and blow our cover to the whole world and 'they' remain safe. That is why it is important to be undercover. But I will find out who 'they' are and make them pay for what they did.

"Hey!" A voice snapped me back into reality. I turned around to see Ryan.

"That's very beautiful. Who is she? Your sister?" He asked.

"That's Emma. She was my best friend and was very close to being my sister." I answered.

"That's nice. But she looks familiar. I think I have seen her somewhere."

"She was from this school too. You must have seen her here." I shrugged.

"Yep. Maybe."

"Wow!" But that voice didn't come from Ryan. I turned around to see Stefan.

How the hell did he get in? Doesn't he have his classes to attend? Not that it matters to him. He thinks that missing his classes helps him keep his Bad Boy reputation.

"That's very beautiful, Princess." Not again! He was staring at the portrait, something flashed in his eyes. But when he understood that I noticed it, he quickly covered it up with a grin.

"Do you know her?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Um...." He took some time to think.

"Nope." Again his look changed. I could see regret in his eyes? Regret for what? He continued staring at the portrait. There was an unusual silence between us. Even Ryan was quiet. He was staring at Stefan with sympathy? He turned and saw my confused look. I raised my eyebrows, asking him what was going on? He just shrugged as an answer.

"Can I borrow the portrait?" Stefan asked out of nowhere, breaking the uncomfortable silence between us. I gave him a questioning look. But he just stared at me, encouraging me to answer.

"Okay. I'll have to get it checked first and when I get it back I'll give it to you." I slowly replied. I had no problem in giving my work to anybody. I am not that possessive kind of girl. And I already had many of her portraits at my house.

"Okay. Thanks." He said that and he and Ryan started to leave, ending the first civil conversation I ever had with that idiot. Ryan might have already submitted his work so he might be free to leave. Ryan turned around and waved towards me and I waved back.

I was still confused. He looked like he was sad and that he regretted something. I have never seen the bad boy with this face. This was the first time I have seen him with the serious look regarding something. I couldn't see a trace of a cocky grin or a sarcastic comment about the painting. That was seriously strange. He must be on his man periods. Only that could be the case for such a strange mood swing.

"Very nice work, Miss Macbeth. One of your best." The professor praised me and snapped me out of my thoughts.

"That did not make any sense. All of your works are the best." The professor remarked.

"Thank you, Professor."I gratefully smiled.

"You can come to me and take it back at the end of the day."

"Yes Professor." The professor took my work and moved to the next student. I wrapped my things up, placed them in the art locker and made my way towards the library as I had a free period now. Normally, when you have the last period as a free period, you go home early. But I had my soccer practice after school so I had to stay.

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It was fifteen minutes for the school to end. I left the library to go to the art room to collect my work. After collecting my portrait, I made my way towards my locker. I kept the painting, took my gym bag and went to the girl's room to change. 

I wore my shoes and head out towards the soccer field. I am the captain of the U-17 soccer team and I also happen to be the one who created it. We are pretty good. We have won ninety per cent of our matches and we have played for the state twice. I am an all-rounder, but I am best as a striker. Even Tessa is on the team. She is our goalkeeper.

Abby and Selena play basketball. Selena is the captain of the U-17 girl's basketball team. Claire, on the other hand, doesn't have a single bit of interest in sports.

While I was warming up, I saw the coach walking towards me.

"Hey, Josh!" I greeted.

"Hey Cap! I just wanted to tell you that you guys are going to practice with the boys today. Not many people have turned up for Monday practice. As usual." He shrugged.

Monday practice is usually boring. The guys don't turn up for Monday practice. So we have to play with them. I walked towards my team.

"Hey Cap!" They all chorused.

"Hey girls! Josh said that we're going to practice with the guys today. As usual." Some of the girls squealed in the excitement of playing (or majorly flirting) with the guys. Typical.

"Come on, we need to make teams," I announced as I started walking towards the boys.

"Hey girls! Josh told us that you girls are playing with us today." Stefan winked at the girls who were twirling their hair and trying to flirt with him. I just rolled my eyes.

Stefan is the captain of the U-17 boy's team. And I might not want to admit it but he plays well. He was the one who got this team to the States. We form the teams and start to play.

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Time goes by and I scored the last goal that led my team to victory. As always, we formed two lines in front of each other and walked ahead, shaking our hands with the opposite team. I and Stefan are the last ones to shake hands as we are the captains.

After shaking hands, I pull away. But I couldn't. He had a tight grip on my hand and the smirk on his face told me that he was in no hurry to leave it.

"Leave. My. Hand." I glared.

"Not happening Princess." He smirked.

"Do you want another kick in your balls? I thought one was enough." I rolled my eyes.

"I could feel your punches and kicks for my whole life Princess." He smirked.

"By the way, did you get that painting, back?" He seriously asked.

"Yep, I did. I'll give it to you tomorrow." I anxiously said, desperate to get away from him.

"Nope. I want it now." He demanded.

"Okay..." I pulled my hand away from his and walked over to the girl's room to change.

I came out to see Stefan waiting outside, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

"Why are you so desperate to get that portrait when you don't even know her?" As soon as I said this, I saw hurt flashing in his eyes, which made me regret what I said. He quickly stabled himself

"I just want a painting by my Princess for myself." He said that with a smirk. But something was off with him and me, being nosy, will find out about it. And that's when my stomach grumbled. You know, when I think of it, I did eat very less because of this idiot standing right beside me. So, I think I'll have to find out about his mood swings later.

"Aww...Is my Princess hungry?" He cooed.

"Firstly, my name is Vanessa. Secondly, I am not yours." I shot daggers at him.

"Hey, but you didn't disagree that you are hungry. Wanna go out? My treat ."

"No thanks, Mr Thompson. I am quite capable of buying my food." I rolled my eyes. By this time we had reached my locker. I opened it, took out the painting and gave it to him.

"Thanks, Princess. And I'll still keep hoping that one day I'll get the opportunity to treat you."

"Don't get your hopes high Thompson. I am not one of your whores that will fall for your pranks."

"Every dog has its day." He smirked and walked away. I closed my locker and walked outside to my car. I got inside and drove off.

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Just as I enter the house, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I am hungry. I saw my mom sitting on the sofa with a file and decided to greet her first. I walked over to her and kissed her cheek.

"Hey, mom!"

"Hey, darling! I wanted to give you this." She handed the file over to me.

"This is what you asked for." I opened the file. I scanned the pages until my eye suddenly caught the name which made all my hunger vanish, replacing it with anger.

Emma Thompson.

A/N:

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What is up with Stefan for acting like this? And who is Emma Thompson?

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