NovelEnglishTwo minutes Later, touching the corner of his mouth, he moved Blair’s nto the top of the list, which meant, to Wesley, Blair had just becthe most troublesperson on the planet.
The next morning, Blair got up very early to create a chance to meet
Wesley. She had found out his entire schedule—-when he would return from his morning exercise and what the would enter the elevator.
However, none of that happened. The man didn’t show up as she had expected. Actually, to avoid her, last night, he had decided to take the stairs from that day on instead of riding the elevator.
For the next three days, Blair didn’t meet Wesley even once in the building. Just when she started to think that he probably hadn’t been hlately, she heard the sound of his door closing as he left the apartment in a hurry.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe wondered when he had chand why she hadn’t met him earlier.
Blair had art lesson that afternoon. She didn’t want to go, but Joslyn liked art and wanted her company, so Blair agreed to attend the Lesson.
In the drawing studio, Blair doodled on the drawing board with her black crayon. Half the lesson had passed and she still hadn’t drawn anything worthy.
The young female guidance counselor walked over to her and frowned.
“Blair, what are you doing? What is that?” she reprimanded.
The white drawing paper on Blair’s board was filled with useless doodling. She quickly tore it and tossed it into the waste basket.
“It’s nothing. I’ll start over now.”
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The guidance counselor walked away, grumbling under her breath.
Watching her figure receding, Blair made a face behind her back.
The counselor wasn’t theirs to begin with, and the drawing stuwasn’t where her duty was. She was only in the stubecause their art instructor had been occupied elsewhere lately. Since this female guidance counselor knew a bit about art, she had been substituting for the art instructor for the past few days.
However, for sreason, the guidance counselor seemed to have a problem with Blair since the very beginning, which was part of the reason why Blair didn’t want to attend this class.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJoslyn snorted and mumbled, “I think she is jealous of you. You’re prettier than her and you have a lot of admirers.”
Blair gave her a sideways glance and drew a big cross in the air with her black crayon.
“No way! She and I are neither the sage nor in the sgrade.”
“That is so irrelevant. She is much nicer to the others.” Joslyn rolled her eyes at the guidance counselor
Blair said, “She is mean to you as well.”
Joslyn replied, “She’s only mean to you and me, Blair.”
“Joslyn! Blair! What are you two whispering about?” the guidance counselor yelled as she pushed her glasses up her nose bridge. The entire stuheard her.
Joslyn swung the crayon in her hand and replied, “We’re drawing.”
The guidance counselor wasn’t going to let them off yet.
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