My five husbands by Loren rivera (classic novels for teens TXT) 📗

Nora: Now, who is the one with the formalities? 

Shawn: Touchè. 

           First we went to the auditorium of the school. Where I gave a speech to the middle school students. I could see that half the kids were bored and the other half was listening eagerly. I would be bored, like who would like to listen to a person give speech on their life. But when I scanned my eyes across the crowd, they landed on the person that I could gaze forever. Her dark brown orbs sucked me in them. She was listening to me eagerly. But when my eyes landed on her, she averted her eyes and hid from my gaze. Oh my babygirl. 

          After the speech,she came and showed  me to the arts room. Their were children of different age groups in there. I suppose they are the ones who are actually interested in arts. When I entered the room, a couple of girls squealed in one direction. My babygirl gave them a hard stare and they looked away. One girl walked towards my direction. I guess she was twelve. 

Girl: Oh my god,oh my God, oh my God, its you, its actually you. You are so handsome. I really really admire you. Your paintings are the best in the world. 

Shawn: Thank you. 

Girl: Do you have a girlfriend? 

Shawn: No. 

Nora: I don't think that concerns you katherine. Please don't ask questions that are not related to art. 

Girl: Okay, miss nora. 

Nora: Now kids, go get your own canvas from the office and please no rushing. 

           All the kids left in a hurry to go to the office. 

Nora: You have many admirers here, shawn. But I suppose that you are used to them by now. 

          Damn, my name sounded so good from her lips. Those pink lips🥵. 

Shawn: I guess but these are the ones that I adore the most.

Nora: Yeah, they are really adorable. 

Shawn: If you don't mind me asking, you seem very young. How could you be a teacher? 

Nora: Yeah, I am only 19. Well, the principal is my landlord and the previous arts teacher needed an helper so I offered to help but then she left, so here I am. A teacher at 19.

Shawn: Wow, that's impressive. 

Nora: So, the kids present here are very good at painting and they might do even better if you could guide them. 

Shawn: Sure, that's what I am here for. 

          The kids came back with canvases in their hands and different paints. All of them got into position and started painting.

Shawn: Well, aren't you going to paint anything? 

Nora: Umm... I am not good at painting. 

Shawn: Well, I am sure that with my help you could be very good. And also you are their teacher, so set an example for them. 

Nora: Okay, but still warning you not at all good. 

           While she got a canvas for herself, I walked around and looked at some of their drawings and paintings. Some of them had real talent while others were only having fun. Well, that's what art is about having fun. She came back and placed her canvas in a corner. And started her work. I wanted to see what she was drawing. I walked and stood beside her. 

Shawn: You are not that bad. 

Nora: You are just being polite. 

         She had painted a picture of the  whole class that was in front of her. 

Shawn: Art is about having fun and portraying your feelings to the world. And from what I see you seem you love your students. And you live in the present, giving your whole attention to the person in front of you. 

Nora: Wow, so I guess I am decent enough because you understood my emotions through my painting. 

Shawn: Never undermine yourself babygirl. 

           Before she could say anything else or shout at me for calling her 'babygirl' I walked away from there. You are my babygirl, but it would take you some time to realize that. 

          I talked for some time to the kids and got to know them a little. I gave them a little advice. And they all listened very attentively. They were curious and didn't hide their curiosity at all. They asked numerous questions and I answered them in the best way I could.

          Then suddenly I heard some noise. I turned around to see my babygirl with paint all over her. And I could see two boys laughing beside her. I guess its all their doing. I got to her side and helped her up. Their was some oil paint on the floor too. 

         I wrapped my hand around her waist and kept her still. 

Shawn: Come on,I will help you clean up. 

Nora: Thank you but I think I can handle on my own. 

         She tried to walk forward but again slipped on the oil paint. My hand on her waist stopped her from falling. My stubborn babygirl. I picked her up in my arms and started walking outside the classroom. 

Nora: What are you doing? Put me down, Mr. Shawn. 

Shawn: You have paint all over you legs, if I put you down you will keep falling. 

Nora: The staff bathroom is that way. 

          She pointed towards the direction of the bathroom and I carried her to the washroom. Some teachers saw us on the way but they ignored and carried on their way. I took her inside the washroom and placed her on the sink. 

Nora: This is the ladies bathroom. You are not supposed to be in here. 

Shawn: Well, no one is inside here and you need help getting that paint off. 

Nora: Fine. So how will it come off? 

Shawn: It won't. Do you have some clothes in school that I could bring for you? 

Nora: No,I suppose I have to spend my day in paint or I could go home, no I cannot go home, he will be there and after what happened yesterday...

         She seemed to have completely forgotten about my presence and had been talking to herself. 

Shawn: What happened yesterday? 

Nora: Um...nothin, I suppose there is nothing you can do about this paint,so I guess this is where you leave? 

Shawn: Um, if you don't mind babygirl, I keep an extra pair of clothes for himself in my car, I could get those for you.