Art

Art class, and a very special art class too. Today was the young artists fare, a day where all the inspiring artists of the school present their best works in hopes of gaining some sort of recognition; or at least that's how it's supposed to go. In reality the art fare is more of a chick thing, a place for all the teenage girls to express their angst in the forms of slam poetry, interpretive dance and sculptures that just don't make any sense to anyone but the person who made them.

Obviously this whole event wasn't made for a guy like you, but that's ok. You're just in it for the grade, plus you get to skip all your classes today to hang out with a bunch of cute art girls.

Making your way down the hall you stop momentarily at your locker, deciding to empty the load of your backpack since you won't be needing any of your books. Closing the locker door you turned to continue on your way to class, but instead you were suddenly face to face with the blond bomb shell Chloe; head of your schools cheer team.
You couldn't help but stumble back in surprise by the girl who seemed to just materialize in front of you.

"Uhh, Chloe!" You said trying to regain your cool in front of arguably the most attractive girl in the whole school, and one that you as well as most other men in your grade have a massive crush on. "W-what are you doing here?"

"John we need to talk..."

"Yeah, sure." You say a bit confused. The way she said that suggested that the chat she wanted to have would be a little bit less than friendly, but you try to remain hopeful. This is the first time she's ever acknowledged your existence, let alone talk to you.