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1000 Words
The sun streamed through the second-floor windows as Lexi slid into her seat in English the next morning. The chatter of her classmates was as familiar as background music—girls comparing nail colors, guys tossing crumpled paper balls, laughter bouncing off the walls. She flashed a practiced smile, tapping her pen against her notebook while her teacher launched into a discussion of The Great Gatsby.
She should have been paying attention. She should have been thinking about essays and Homecoming nominations. Instead, her mind wandered back to the sketch.
It haunted her. Not in a bad way—just in a way that left her restless. Ethan Walker had managed to draw her as though he knew parts of her she hadn’t even shown herself. And then he’d brushed it off, like it was “nothing.”
Nothing? No one had ever made her feel so seen in five minutes.
She shook her head, trying to focus. Tyler, her boyfriend, leaned over from his desk beside hers.
“You’re quiet today,” he said, brushing his hand against her arm. “Everything okay, Lex?”
“Yeah,” she said quickly, forcing her smile wider. “Just… tired.”
Tyler grinned. “Then you need a pep rally. Good thing we’ve got one Friday. You’ll be out there killing it, like always.”
Lexi nodded, but her chest tightened. Tyler’s words felt like a script she’d been reciting since freshman year: pep rallies, cheer practice, perfection. And for the first time, she wondered what it would feel like to step offstage.
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After lunch, Lexi walked into art class with her usual confidence, but her heart stuttered when she saw him again. Ethan was already in his seat, sketchbook open, pencil moving across the page. He didn’t look up.
She slid into her chair across the room, telling herself to focus on her own work.
But when Ms. Rivera clapped her hands, her plan dissolved.
“Alright, everyone. Today we’re starting a project: expressive portraits. I want you to work with a partner, but not just any partner. You’ll pair with someone you don’t normally talk to. You’ll create a piece that captures their personality, not just their face. I’ll give you two weeks.”
Groans filled the room. Lexi’s stomach flipped. She knew exactly where this was going.
Sure enough, Ms. Rivera’s eyes landed on her, then drifted toward the back corner.
“Lexi, why don’t you partner with Ethan? I think you two could learn a lot from each other.”
A ripple of whispers shot through the class. Lexi felt heat rush to her cheeks. Of course people would talk.
But she lifted her chin, pasted on her brightest smile, and walked toward him.
“Looks like we’re partners again,” she said lightly, sliding into the seat beside him.
Ethan’s pencil stilled. He glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “Guess so.”
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For the first few minutes, silence reigned. He sketched lines, dark and sure, while she fiddled with her pencil, unsure how to start.
Finally, she cleared her throat. “So, Ms. Rivera said we’re supposed to capture personality. That’s… kinda big, don’t you think?”
He smirked faintly, still not looking at her. “That’s the point. Anyone can draw a face. Not everyone can draw who someone is.”
Lexi tilted her head. “And you think you can do that?”
“I don’t think.” He finally met her gaze. “I know.”
Something in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. Not arrogance exactly—just certainty. The kind of certainty she wasn’t used to. Most people bent themselves to fit her world. He didn’t even try.
“Fine then,” she said, leaning back. “If you’re going to capture me, you should at least get to know me. Ask me something.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Anything.”
He tapped his pencil against the desk, considering. “Okay. What’s the one thing people always assume about you that’s not true?”
Lexi blinked. No one had ever asked her that. People didn’t usually question her—they just accepted the version of Lexi they saw.
“That I’ve got it all figured out,” she admitted after a moment. “Truth? Half the time, I don’t even know what I want for breakfast, let alone life.”
Ethan studied her, and she felt the weight of his gaze, sharp and searching. Then he nodded once, jotting something in the margin of his paper.
“Your turn,” she said quickly, wanting to break the intensity. “What’s something people assume about you that isn’t true?”
“That I don’t care.” His voice was quiet, but there was steel underneath. “I care too much. Just… not about the things people expect.”
Lexi swallowed. She wanted to ask more, but Ms. Rivera called for cleanup, breaking the moment.
As she packed her bag, Ethan closed his sketchbook. For a second, she caught a glimpse of what he’d drawn—a rough outline of her laughing, her ponytail swinging.
She hadn’t realized she’d been laughing.
“You’re better than I thought,” she said softly.
His lips quirked in the ghost of a smile. “You’re different than I thought.”
And as the final bell rang, Lexi walked out of the classroom with her heart beating faster than it should have.
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At her locker, Mia was waiting.
“Okay, spill. You’ve been zoning out all day. And don’t tell me it’s senior stress—you thrive on stress.”
Lexi hesitated, glancing back down the hall. Ethan was walking alone, sketchbook in hand, disappearing into the crowd without a word.
“It’s nothing,” she said quickly, shutting her locker. But her voice wavered.
Because deep down, she knew it wasn’t nothing.
It was the beginning of something she didn’t understand.
Something she couldn’t ignore.
- Writer
