Friday came and we were all up for the upcoming drawing contest.

Each year North High Carolina's University organized a painting contest for students who studied fine arts and sculpture. But everyone with the ability and talent to draw was able to apply.

And I did ! Thanks to Ann who obliged me– Just kidding – Anna encouraged me into doing it. She is very supportive of my drawing skills , she says that I had better chances at winning the contest prize than all the participating student ! Yeah well, she was inevitably subjective.

Not that I thought less of my drawings but winning a competition against students of fine arts was not even possible in my dreams . Needless to say that some of them even had their own paintings exhibitions .

This year and like any other year, the participating students were asked to gather in the library in order to collect their respective themes and models.

It worked out this way; After a week of registration for the contest, the jury will randomly pick up a theme and a volunteering model for each participant. No one could change or alter their theme and model eventually. They'd just allow us a deadline before submitting our works . And after evaluation the first three winners would receive a dollar price. While there would be the aquarelle , oil and pencil portrait techniques .

I was not even a bit nervous like other students. Since I had this gift from my early childhood. Those are Anna's words . For my part I've always loved to draw or paint in my spare time. I first started around the age of five . Yes I was young and my drawings were nothing like those of the present time yet they were better than those of the ones my age .

Anna encouraged me to apply this year, for there was a six figure prize for the winner. I have even applied before for the painting competition last year but unfortunately I couldn't attend at the last minute because of family emergency.

My younger foster-brother Jake had this asthma attack and I had to stay with him at the hospital so I couldn't submit my painting before the deadline. I had a very well done painting though. It wasn't my lucky day of the year .

This year I was more excited than ever . I even planned on finishing my task earlier and asking Anna to submit the painting for me in case I couldn't show up before the deadline !

Not paranoid at all, I know right! Anna didn't have to beg me to participate since the prize was tempting enough, I wasn't ready to win but I most definitely knew I was about to have a good time.

This euphoric feeling left me as soon as I laid eyes on Cole entering nonchalantly the library

Him again ? It was hard enough for me to focus on my task left alone; How am I supposed to be avoiding him when all he does is showing up everywhere I go.

I thought inwardly trying harder to shut down my own thoughts. Before I could pretend I didn't see him, he was already seated before my eyes , wearing a dark blue half unbuttoned shirt with rolled sleeves with a black shirt underneath letting out his dominant muscled forearms on the table. His chiseled chin covered in a three days' beard with his dark messily shrouded hair and his icy electric blue eyes fixing mine.

Damn his presence disrupted my senses !

His deep blue eyes imprisoned me ; I felt blood bursting through my veins and shivers running all through my skin. What the hell is happening to me ? He was sitting opposite from me, now holding a paper that he just fold and put into his pocket, and I hopelessly wanted to be that paper for no apparent reason . God! How his hands would feel on my skin again. I shivered as the memory brought back the feelings .

" What are you thinking about Ivy?" Brad's words carried me back to real life

"Huh ?" I looked up at him, I realized he was standing next to my table for what appeared to be a while now. My thoughts all driven by Cole 's unexpected arrival. I didn't even notice that Brad was talking to me .

" You know your theme and model so…. what are you waiting for?!" He even extended the o to his wondering tone waiting for me to manifest an answer .

After fewer seconds I managed to say

"I.. I don't know what you're talking about, I just arrived "

"Well they have just called your name !" He explained stressing out the last word .

And since I had no cue whatsoever he explained all excitedly,

" You're drawing the oil portrait ! And your model is Cole. And you're welcome " He bragged with a hand on his chest .

"Wait what ?" I said in a lower voice.

WHAAAT ? I swear my inner screaming voice repeated right after me in my head.

Well to my utmost surprise I thought I heard him say that Cole was my model !

When was he even participating ?! Hell no ! I can't do this! His only presence disturbed all my six senses and sure after our little incident I can't stay alone with the guy !

"Yeah ! And you're welcome" He repeated rather amused .

Little he knew about last time. Clearly I couldn't tell him how embarrassing it was to fall on Cole and I was definitely not ready to recall what happened next ,while our bodies were touching. I felt I just had an iced bath.

Brad waved unexpectedly at Cole to approach in our direction. And he left his table straight to come find us . Uh oh ..that's bad. Like it wasn't enough shock for me; now I have to face him?! Not like I was afraid or something, it was just embarrassing .

All eyes on him, he had this aura floating around him; I'm sure that all girls dropped jaws fantasizing him. But I didn't see him that way . Instead he pulled me towards him like a freaking giant magnet and I had a hard time figuring this out.

"Hi!" Brad greeted Cole while he was still a table far from ours.

"Hi to you too man" His deep vibrating voice pierced through the walls of my head.

"So you're Ivy's model for the contest !" Brad announced unnervingly in his excitement

"Yeah apparently" Cole stated bringing nervously hid hand to his messed up dark brown hair.

Oh God! couldn't he be less attracting ?

"Good luck with his face " Brad joked.

Yeah Good Luck Ivy ! I sarcastically wished me luck.