name: Darren Shay
age: 30
carreer: college art proffesor
personality: mature, caring, and rarely emotional
appearance:

Adrianna Johnson
22
College Attendant
Dorm 28

darren paced the front room of the school he would teach at soon and finally stopped himself and breathed a moment. calm down. you are a proffesor now, you do not need to worry of such things. he scolded himself. he shook the thoughts away from his mind and pulled on his coat more to gain body heat. he walked into his new class room and sighed sitting on his new desk chair. he laid back in his seat and sighed. all of his material for the week was planned. all he was doing now was waiting on his new art students to come trotting in and awaiting his instuction.

Adrianna walked in the room, looking at her new teacher, whom she thought was rather attractive. "Excuse me sir, where should I sit?" she asked as she looked at the perfectly aligned seats. She couldn't help but catch another glance at him.

darren heard a soft voice and looked up finding an attractive young woman asking where her seat was. he shook his head from the thoughts he was having and coughed in his fist. he pulled out the folder with assigned seats on it. he stood up and stood in front of her. "name, miss?" he asked looking at her again and regretting looking away quickly. teachers were not permitted to be involved with students. and he was going to follow that rule. along with all of the other ones as well.

Adrianna did her best to avoid looking at him, but it was harder than it sounded. She would only take small glances at him when he wasn't looking, feeling awkward and creepy. She snapped out of her trail of thought and answered, "Oh, uh," She stopped in the middle of the sentence, knowing what she had done, she forgot her own name! "Uhm..."

Darren smiled a little at the girl as she had seemed to loose her train of thought. He looked down at his seating chart and pointed to the desk closest to his own. The name Adrianna Johnson was there, but he hoped that this girl wouldn't mind if her seat was moved for her. "You can sit there for now." He said loud enough for only her to hear. "I'll see you later if its a problem." He said and moved to the door, helping other students who wanted to know where they could sit.

Adrianna sighed and sat down. She felt really stupid and just wanted to crawl in a hole. She set her head on her desk and waited for the other students to come in. She watched as one by one, like little ducklings, they walked up to the teacher and asked for their seat.

Darren pointed seats out until the bell rang for class to begin and looked around to see if anyone was hovering around the girl's seat. When he found nobody, and he was missing no one, he realized that her name was Adrianna Johnson, and he got lucky with pointing a seat out to her. He smiled, feeling happy that she was close to him, then shook his head, scolding himself that he should not feel that way. He walked to the front of the class and sighed. "Hello class, and welcome to your new Advanced Placement:Art class. My name is Darren, please call me Mr. Shay." Then he wrote his name on the chalk board and faced the class again. "This is a fun class, but do not mistake my kindness for weakness." He warned. "Go down the lines of desks and I want everyone to tell the class their name, age, and why they have decided to take this art class." He pointed to the desk closest to him, which was Adrianna's and smiled politely, "Starting with you."

Adrianna was slumped down in her desk doing "rubber pencil" when he pointed at her. She quickly put her pencil down and sat up. "My name is Adrianna Johnson, I'm twenty-two and I joined art because I love to draw and paint." she said quietly. She was surprised she remembered her name that time. Once Darren's attention was turned elsewhere, she started rubber pencil again and stared aimlessly at it.

Darren kept a small smile on at her when she wasn't looking and payed enough attention to the others to hear them finish their introductions. "Very good." He sighed. "Now, since today is everyone's first day, we won't do much." He went to the board and drew a simple smiley face. "Everyone, pull out their notebook and begin drawing whatever is on your mind." He said and watched as they all started ruffling through their backpacks.

Adrianna pulled out her notebook and flipped through her drawings to a blank page. She drew random lines and decided to make a pencil drawing of a cat. Once she was finished, she looked up at the clock to see when class would be over.

Darren moved to his desk as everyone started drawing and felt the urge to pick up his pencil as well, but he knew that he had work to do, and that he had all the time he wanted to draw. He was an art professor after all...

((I'm trying to think of a reason for him to tutor her >.<))

(( Maybe she reeeaaally likes to draw and just wants some help? OR there's a drawing contest or something at the school and she wants to enter, but everyone is telling her she's not good enough, SO she can come to Darren and ask for help and stuff! ))

((Okay :)))

Adrianna pushed her hair out of her face and sighed when the bell rang. She walked up to Darren and smiled. "Can you help me with my drawing? I'm kind of lost with lighting." she said quietly. Her warm smile remained on her face and a hopeful glow in her eyes.

Darren stood up when the bell rang and was surprised when Adrianna came up to him and asked for some help. He smiled at her and nodded. "Come see me after school. I'm in here 'till midnight." He smiled, looking forward to seeing her.

Adrianna smiled and nodded. She went off to her other classes, then home. She drew a little more and sighed as she thought about going back to the school.

((Should I have her come now?))

(( Yeah, sure. ))

Darren went on with the rest of his classes until school was for the most part, over. He went to his storage room, which every class now had, and pulled out one of his old easels. He set it up next to his desk and put his largest sketch pad on it, then pulled out another and set it up side-by-side in the same style. He pulled out a charcoal pencil and began to lightly draw random shapes around the paper as he waited for Adrianna to come. He had declined all of the other students who wanted extra help after school, telling them that he was too busy today and that he'd think about it tomorrow. Many of his female students seemed to crave his help and opinion on their works all day during classes, and he was tired from it all.

((I love your signature :)))

Adrianna walked into Darren's room with a few writing utensils and her notebook. She smiled and watched him draw for a bit. "Hi." she finally said quietly after a while of watching him. She looked at everything on his desk. Mostly papers to grade, but some of it was drawings from other girls.

(( I like yours too, haha. ))

When Adrianna walked in the room, he put down his pencil and smiled at her. "Hello." He greeted her, but didn't stand up. He pointed to the easel next to him and grinned. "Lighting, right?" He asked, forcing himself not to stare at her for too long.

Adrianna nodded and looked at the easel as she bit her lip. "Yeah." she said. She stared at his back as he continued drawing. He fascinated her. He was absolutely beautiful. When he turned around again, she looked away.

Darren smiled at her once more and put his pencil down. He stood up and pointed to the easel next to him. "You can sit here for today. I'll help you."

Adrianna tried focusing on the paper after she sat down, but she couldn't do it. She found him too attractive, much too attractive. She wanted to attack him, but she just sat and waited for him.

Darren coughed uncomfortably, finding it hard to look away from her. He sat behind her and took her hand, moving it with the pencil, across the page. "First, you find which spot you want the lighting to originate from." Her skin was amazing to touch, and he kept hold of it for as long as he could. "Say we are drawing that cat that you drew in class today. If the light is coming from here..." He said, shading the opposite side of the picture. "Than we shade what the light doesn't touch. Like shadowing." He stated. When he didn't continue to speak, he should have let go of her hand, but he didn't. He never wanted to let go of it.