Rough sketches, pencil marks, pen and an assortment of colors rub onto her fingers and arms as she shades in a certain area of the model, of her picture of Nathan. As an artist, (y/n) needs a muse and without his knowledge, she has chosen Nathan Prescott to be it. She doesn’t know how he’ll react if he even finds out. Will he be embarrassed? Angry?
(y/n) grunts in an effort as she finally finishes shading the base of Nathan’s neck in her beloved sketchbook. The book itself has been used and filled up to the brim with photographs and sketches of the school, her friends but most importantly, of Nathan.
The two don’t talk very often, but she sees how soft he can actually be; in the little moments, he lets his facade vanish. She wants to be closer to him, but… How do you approach a person like that? Not to mention, that he has a reputation for going too far.
(y/n) pulls herself away from the sketch, glancing around at the yard to admire everyone enjoying life peacefully.
Max is talking to a few people as always, being a bit nosy, but nice. Evan is taking pictures, Warren is probably watching another weird movie of his in his dorm. Everything is pretty normal except for Nathan Prescott storming up to (y/n) with rage-filled eyes and clenched fists. He’s angry, anybody within 50 feet of his could see that. He’s too obvious with his anger, doesn’t even try to hide it.
(Y/n) gives a polite smile to the obviously Pissed off Prescott, nervous about what he might say or do. He can be a bit unpredictable. He stops in front of her, glaring at the large sketchbook in her hands.
“Good morning Nathan. Lovely day, isn’t it?” Nathan only continues to glare harshly, the students in the surrounding area begin to stare In curiosity.
No one dares to say a word, They don’t want the wrath of Nathan directed towards them.
He digs a hand into his pocket to fish out his phone, he finds the photo that could be the cause of his anger of the day and shoves it into (y/n’s) face. It takes her a moment to realize that the photograph is of one of her drawings of Nathan.
And she knows exactly how it got onto the web. Victoria Chase.
“What the fuck is this?” (y/n) nervously laughs but soon stares up at his eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes and that pretty dirty blonde hair isn’t helping. It’s the perfect combination. There doesn’t need to be a reason as to why she likes to draw him so much, the pretty face and different expressions he uses in day-to-day life are amazing. So is he. (y/n) wants to find a way to tell him that she actually likes him but knowing Nathan, she’s not sure if he would recuperate her feelings.
“Um, a drawing of you that I made… Nathan, I’m sorry. I showed it to Victoria, I didn’t know that she took a picture and posted it online.” The taller boy slowly pockets his phone before he grabs the sketchbook out of (y/n)’s nimble fingers “Wait, what are you doing?” Nathan tosses the sketchbook into the trash can before lighting a match, (y/n) stands up quickly knowing what he is going to do. (y/n) rushes to him, trying to grab the match out of his hand but failing in the end as he drops it into the trash can watching the sketchbook go up in flames.
The students surrounding (y/n), stare at her with empathy but don’t say a word. Nathan slowly turns to (y/n), crossing his arms over his chest. He still looks angry, even after destroying the one thing that (y/n) holds precious.
“I’m not your subject to use.”
Nathan glances into (y/n)’s eyes just in time to see her tears building up and drip from the pools in her eyes. Nathan feels a strike go through his heart, guilt. An ugly emotion that he feels all too often, but now towards (y/n)? Someone who is actually nice to him no matter what other people tell her?
He clenches his jaw in anger, this time towards himself. He watches as (y/n) slowly turns around and walks into the dormitory building, needing to be alone for a while. He made her cry. Nathan Prescott made (y/n) cry. He messed up, big time. Is there even a way to fix what he broke?
The group surrounding Nathan slowly disbands, not wanting his anger to blow up again in such a short period of time.
Nathan is left alone with his thoughts, he runs a hand over his face and picks up his phone as it rings. Victoria. Fuck, what is he supposed to say?
“Hey.” Nathan slowly trudges back to his own dorm, he has thinking to do indeed. How is he going to make this up?
“Nathan, what the hell happened? You burned her sketchbook? I told you to go talk to her. There are videos all over social media… The comments are brutal.” Nathan barrels into his room and sits on his bed, running a hand through his hair to tangle it lightly. He doesn’t know what he was thinking. If he was thinking at all during that moment. The sketchbook that he burned… sketchbook, maybe he could try to make it up by buying her another one? It’s a start…
The two converse over his previous actions and how he could fix them while (y/n) on the other side of the dormitory building, stares out the window, wanting to fly away to get away from these gross feelings. Even after what happened, she still likes him. Anybody that found out about her feelings would call her insane. She has no will to draw anymore, what’s the point if her own muse doesn’t want to be drawn? Right?
She fumbles with her fingers lightly before glancing at her watch, great. She has physics in 10 minutes, at least she won’t have to worry about art for a while now. She slowly grabs the bag she threw onto the ground and slowly leaves the dormitory building, hesitantly. If it were her choice, she’d stay in her dorm all day, but she doesn’t.
She slowly trudges into the academic building and into her class, wait. No. Nathan is in this class as well, how did she not realize that sooner? (y/n) ignores Nathan’s pleading stare and sits next to Victoria, hoping for some peace and quiet before class starts.
“He feels awful you know. I know what he did was terrible but–” (y/n) shrugs her shoulders, cutting off Victoria’s plea.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m done.” Victoria glances to Nathan, giving him a pity look before turning her attention to the front of the class as it finally begins. Maybe she and Nathan can try again later.
The class is boring and dull. All Nathan can think about is how to make it up to (y/n). For over a year now he’s been trying to get closer to her but each time he talks, everything just blows up in his face.
The bell for the end of class finally rings, Nathan quickly shoves all of his things into his bag before trying to talk to (y/n). She’s almost out the door now. So close. Nathan maneuvers to be right in front of her, using his arms to block her from leaving before talking to her.
“Wait, just stop for a second. Look, I feel real–” (y/n) glances around the room for a moment before ducking under one of his arms and leaving, using his height to her advantage. Nathan blinks for a few moments before leaving the classroom and trying to find a sight of her but (y/n) has quickly disappeared into the crowd of rowdy teenagers. “Fuck.” The crowd slowly begins to disperse as teenagers find their next class or leave the building but there’s still no sign of (y/n) anywhere. Nathan groans and slowly walks back to his dorm to try to figure a way to talk to (y/n).
(y/n) on the other hand, is holding her breath as she watches Nathan walk past her hiding spot and to the dormitory building. She stands out of the spot and starts to walk to her own dorm when she bumps into Kate Marsh, she’s an absolute sweetheart.
“Hey, (y/n). I heard about what happened. Are you alright?” (y/n) brushes her hair back stressfully, she doesn’t even know where to begin in what’s wrong at the moment. So many things. Too little time.
“Yeah, I just… I didn’t expect him to do that. I’m kind of thinking of giving up drawing.” Kate’s eyes widen slightly but that doesn’t stop her from pulling a brand new sketchbook from behind her back. (y/n) is slow to grab the item, she’s been thinking about not going to Blackwell anymore because of what happened.
“Well, in case you want to pick it up again. You can use that. Okay? Maybe things will turn out alright?” (y/n) gives Kate a genuine smile before gesturing to the dorms.
“I’m gonna head to my room for the night. I’ll see you later.” Kate steps out of the way and watches as (Y/n) carries the sketchbook naturally and quickly walks to her dormitory. But what she doesn’t know is that all of the girls in the dormitory building have a little surprise in store for her.
(y/n) rubs her eyes tiredly and walks through the main door of the dormitory to see all of the girls crowding the hallway bearing gifts of the art variety; sketchbooks, pencils, markers, etc. She jumps back lightly at the picture in front of her.
“Um, hey?” Max is the first to walk out and grab one of (y/n)’s hands, guiding her to the center of the hallway to talk to everyone. (y/n) isn’t normally very social but with the girls that live in the same building as her? Quite close.
“The video of Nathan burning your sketchbook is everywhere… we just wanted to do something nice for you.” (y/n) smiles gratefully and takes more sketchbooks from her neighbors. She knows that they are only trying to help but how can someone draw if their muse doesn’t want to be a muse? It’s difficult to find someone else.
Max grabs half of the gifts from all of the girls and follows (y/n) into her dorm to put all of the gifts on her desk. She doesn’t know if she’ll even fill these out at all considering that her will to draw is drained because of what Nathan did…
“Oh, I get it… Nathan was your muse…” Max sets everything down, taking a seat on (y/n)’s bed before continuing with her thought. “That’s why you’re not drawing… he gave you the will to draw…” Max gives her friend one last smile before approaching the exit of the dorm. “Oh, before I forget, Warren had something to talk to you about. He’s In his dorm.”
(Y/n) stares at all of the art supplies given to her a few short minutes ago. It’s stacked high on the desk, about to topple over. She’s happy that her friends care so much.
Without much thought, (y/n) walks to the boys’ dormitory building to visit a friend. Hopefully, she won’t run into Nathan. She just needs to be careful.
(y/n) walks through the main door to the dormitory building and makes a beeline for Warren’s room, she doesn’t even bother with knocking on the sophomore’s door and just lets herself in. she doesn’t want to be caught by Nathan again. She’s not ready to face him.
“Warren? Max, said you wanted to see me?” The younger student quickly pops out of his desk chair and strolls up to (y/n), arms spread out for a bear hug. He is the most touchy of the group of friends she has, which is perfectly fine. (y/n) gives him a soft smile before slowly closing the gap and letting him hold her fragile form.
“Everyone said you were having a hard time and then Nathan… I’m sorry. Maybe everything will be better soon?” (y/n) can only shrug lightly before slowly pulling away, letting herself become comfortable in the small room. But the thought of being in the boy’s dormitory, where Nathan lives, is peaking from the back of her mind. Warren steps out of her space for a moment before grabbing a pack of oil paints from his desk and slowly handing them to (y/n); cautious to not scare her. “I got you something, you said that you’ve been wanting to try oil paint for a while now, right?” Though, she’s not sure when or if she’ll be able to draw again, she appreciates the kind gesture. (y/n) slowly slips the paints into her bag for safekeeping as she slowly gives Warren a small smile.
“Thanks, Warren… I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm… Sleep everything off. I’ll see you tomorrow.” The younger classmate only nods lightly and watches as (y/n) slowly walks out of the room to hide away for the rest of the evening. The events of the day are hectic and cruel, all she wants to do is sleep it off and hope that the morning will be better.
(y/n) peaks around the hallway for a few moments before deciding that it’s safe and leaving Warren’s room before heading towards the main entrance of the Dorm building, wanting to find her own dorm before Nathan Catches onto the fact that she’s even in the same building as him.
She breathes a small sigh of relief as she slowly starts to pass the last dorm room and reaches a hand out for the door when a pair of hands reach out from the last dorm and grabs (y/n) to pull her inside.
(y/n) starts thrashing in the arms of her unknown attacker as they place a hand over her mouth so she can’t scream out for help. (y/n) stiffens as an exhale slowly reaches her ear, causing her to shiver and listen closely.
“Stop squirming, It’s just me.” (y/n) roughly shoves Nathan away and faces him, her back pressed against the door. She stares up at him with a confused stare, why did he basically kidnap her? What for? He’s fidgeting with his fingers nervously, he’s scared to what will come next.
Her eyes are red and puffy from crying all day. The last thing she wants to do is face the cause of her sorrow. Nathan Prescott, prestigious figure of Blackwell Academy… he’s flustered by her mere appearance. He feels guilty about what happened this morning, he feels lower than low. To make it up to (y/n), Nathan wanted to get something for her… all she needs to do is open it.
“What do you want, Nathan? I should get back to my dorm, it’s late.” It’s not late, but everyone knows that (y/n) usually likes to return to her dorm after school and relax instead of partying like all of the other kids on campus.
Nathan takes a step back to grab a wrapped box before presenting it to (y/n), a red hue is covering his features. He’s never really apologized to someone, this is a first for him. Luckily, it’s in the comfort of his own room and not the courtyard for everyone to see… again.
“Open it, please. This is my way of saying sorry… I… wasn’t thinking… I can be reckless and irritable…” (y/n) stares up at Nathan with an unknown look, she’s not sure if she should take the gift. It could be anything, right? But Nathan doesn’t go around giving just anybody random gifts… Maybe he really just wants to try to redeem himself?
(y/n) runs a quick hand through her hair before making the mistake of glancing into Nathan’s eyes for a split second. His gaze is soft and pleading as he holds the gift in his hands, his breath shaking only in the slightest from the nervousness of being near (y/n) once again; so soon.
“Fine… But if this is a joke–” Nathan carefully hands the recklessly wrapped gift into (y/n)’s paint covered hands, their fingers brushing together lightly. The action quickly sends jolts of electricity through her and Nathan’s veins but neither person says a word about what they felt, too scared.
“It’s not. Promise. Open it.” (y/n) sighs lightly but gives him a half smile before slowly opening the present before her hands run over the cover of a brand new sketchbook. Did he buy her a new sketchbook? She slowly lets the wrapping paper fall to the floor so she can look at the sketchbook in whole, quickly glancing through the paper and the little accessories attached to it. (y/n) doesn’t say a word as she discovers the feeling of the new gift. “I was angry and scared… Not about you or anything you did or said… I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I would never dream of doing that.” (y/n)’s smile brightens as she realizes that this is the sketchbook that she’s been eyeballing for months now. She wasn’t able to buy it because it was far out of her price range for a sketchbook, but this one is special. It even comes with pockets and sketching pencils. She glances up and slowly places the sketchbook onto his desk to grab both of his hands in her gentle grip.
“Nathan… I-” He’s quick to cut her off, paranoid that she’s going to yell at him like just about everyone in his life does. He’s too used to it by now.
“I know that this will never replace what I did to your last sketchbook and I didn’t realize that I was your… Your muse. But I’m hoping that this will be a star–” (y/n) reaches her hands up to grab Nathan’s face to slam her lips onto his, surprising him surely. Nathan flails his arms for a few moments before deciding to rest his hands; one on the door next to (y/n)’s head and the other tangled in her hair. Nathan slowly relaxes into the motions, pressing his body closer to (y/n)’s.
Nathan tugs on (y/n)’s hair as he deepens the kiss, eliciting a soft moan from (y/n)’s lips. Before Nathan can ponder on the small action further, she bites down on his bottom lip. She wants him to know how long she’s been wanting this kiss to happen.
Nathan feels the same way, but before things can escalate, (y/n) softly slides her hands from Nathan’s face down to his chest to lightly push him away. She doesn’t want things to go too far tonight.
“I forgive you… I was never angry at you for what you did, just sad. It hurt to see my muse destroy my work but maybe you can help me?”
Nathan doesn’t say a word as he launches himself to his bed, propping his head up with one of his hands as he brings one of his knees up; turning to the side to face (Y/n). a small smirk ignites his face as he says the simple line that makes (y/n) burst out laughing.
“Draw me like one of your french girls.”
(y/n) ignores her phone as it lights up with a few texts from Warren and Max, both worried. But she can’t be bothered with the sweet scene in front of her.
Maybe everything will be okay?
(y/n) glances up from her sketchbook to get a quick glance, the growing confidence in him causes Nathan to send a small smile her way.
Yep, everything’s going to turn out okay. Her muse is still hers, this time with his knowledge.
Nathan likes the idea of being a muse, it feels foreign but fitting.
Buy me a coffee <3