Stupid creepy assignment...

Noah was sitting in the most secluded area of the room, on a well worn dark red love seat, but he was still about to go insane from the noise.

About five people were sitting around in front of the TV, playing the loudest and most annoying game Noah had ever heard. Somewhere - the TV must have been blocking her - a girl was singing along to her Ipod, and there was a group of students complaining about her in the opposite corner. He hated the lounge, he really did.

He glared at nothing in particular, shaking his head and going back to his drawing pad. He was sketching the various people coming in and out of the room; an assignment from the art teacher. It made him feel like a stalker, and there was no one in the room really worthy of drawing, anyway.

He sighed, dropping his charcoal and ruining the rough sketch of the little girl bouncing around on the couch. He would like nothing more then to go to a Café or nightclub for the assignment - there were always interesting subjects there, it seemed -, but the teacher was adamant that the drawings be of students. He had no idea why; he suspected it was because she hated him.

He pulled his cane off the empty seat, leaning it up against the couch to make room for her. "Noah." He said, assuming it was enough of an introduction.

"What am I drawing?" He flipped through the previous five pages, giving her a brief glance of each one. TV boy, two of the gossiping girls, some girl who 'accidently' fell in some guy's lap, and the kid bouncing on the couch. "Everything I hate most."

He flipped to a fresh page, scanning the room hopelessly for someone to draw. "What about you?"

"You should draw me because I'm so fabulous."

Noah grinned, turning towards her and looking her over mock seriously. "Maybe I will, then." He raised an eyebrow, pulling his good leg up on the couch to use as a makeshift desk. "Probably a good idea, anyway. I've been staring at these people, and I think they're starting to think I'm stalking them."

He shrugged, picking out a fresh piece of charcoal and sketching out her basic shape. "I draw for fun, but this is an assignment. I've got to have a couple sketches of students in one area of the school at different times of the day." He glanced up at her, offering a clueless shrug. "Don't ask me why."

"What is that, Algebra?" He shook his head sadly, going back to his drawing. "Hate it. What year are you in?"