Untitled Love Story

This is the first time I am writing on this blog besides the 'other' person. Since there has been fantasy adventure story in this blog, I am making a change today. For now on, I will write a very interesting love story. Let's all hope everything goes well shall we?

He was walking down the corridor of his class. The first week of the new semester had just begun yet, he was burdened with tons of assignments. Jake never minded assignments before as long as it doesn't involve people. It's not like he had an allergy with people or anything but he just doesn't really know how to interact with them. To be safe from humiliating himself, he always kept to himself.

" I wonder what I should say during the club meeting " Jake kept thinking. Lines after lines he tried to make up but everything seemed like it was not right. Not 'perfect' enough. Giving a speech on the first club meeting was sure becoming a headache for him. Sure, he was the president of the Art Club. But he was only selected as one because one of his picture won an award on the National Art Competition for three years in a row. But that doesn't make him a good speaker.

It was hectic when he entered the room. People were talking here and there.

" How am I gonna talk? It's like the whole campus is here " Jake asked.

" Chill man. It's not the whole campus. You just think it's the whole campus. Besides, we got a lot more freshmen this year than last." said Matt.

Though Matt is entirely different in character than Jake, he was the only person that Jake ever feel comfortable with. And the only person he ever responds to. Maybe because Matt never think he's weird for being alone all the time in the art studio. But being Matt, he has always been a cheerful and friendly person. His personality, added with his good looks and his height made him the centre of the spotlight, especially among the girls. He didn't have an artist's hand though but he joined the art club anyway and Jake never knew why.

'You need someone to take care of you' Matt always says to him whenever Jake asked for his reasons for joining the club.

Jake stood at the front and tried to get attention.

"Umm.. Hello everyone.. "

Hoping everyone would be quiet and listen but alas, nobody ever does.

"Yo! Shut up guys! The president's gonnna say something" yelled Matt, seeing nobody is actually paying attention to Jake.

"Umm.. Thank you Matt.. Umm... I am Jake Summers. I am the president of this club. And today, we are going to discuss this year's club agenda."

It was like forever for Jake. As much as he wanted to finish the meeting early, the new members kept asking him unrelated questions which made him quite uneasy. Who would ask their president if he ever went or a date or does he prefer pasta or macaroni for a birthday present. Though the questions seemed silly, Jake answered them. He guessed they just like asking him stupid questions to irritate him or something since he barely show any expressions when talking. Luckily Matt was there to stop them.

" OK guys! That's enough. The president is tired and he has tons of work to do"
" Like what? " asked a boy sitting at the back.
" Like finding an inspiration. You all should start looking for one too if you ever want your artwork to be nominated on the National Art Competition. If not for the competition, at least you will get some extra credit if the campus likes your artwork and hang them. That way, you can reward yourself with a five minute fame then" said Jake a little annoyed.

     Though he meant it, not all members usually take seriously when he say something. But he doesn't really care. But a girl far in the corner did pay attention to everything he said. From the moment he walked up to the room, till the moment he left.It was so weird to think that a guy like him could have the hands of an angel. Normally, artists are all shabby and looked as if they haven't taken a shower or something. But Jake was different. He was well groomed and very neat. His sense of fashion can also be praised. If not for his attitude, he would be Mr. Perfect for her.

     Judy wanted her artwork to be hanged on the wall of the campus. She wanted her artwork to be nominated in the National Art Competition. Not to sound greedy but she wanted her artwork to won an award or something. She had loved to paint since she was six. Her mother was a famous painter and was very well known. She usually goes off to another country for her exhibition and Judy would follow her. Sometimes, she would follow her mother to the park or other places where they would paint together. But that was years ago. Judy's mother had died of cancer when she was just fourteen. And since that day, she had never wanted to paint ever again.
 
     It has been a very long time since she painted. But it all changed when Judy when she saw a picture Jake had painted when she was at the National Art Exhibition. To others, it was just some paint splattered together on a canvas but to her, she saw more. She saw the artist's feeling. His anger, his sadness, his happiness and his confusion. It was as clear as crystal to her. And just by seeing the artwork, she immediately fell in love with the artist though she had never meet him before. And so, she tried her best to enter the same college as the artist.