Liam was in his own world now. He hand moved smoothly and swiftly over his canvas. His art wasn't really something he had to think about. It just flowed from him like water. He couldn't even explain it to people. He hated when people asked him how to be painter. It was such a logical way to see it. Art was just that...art. It was a gift. A gift that could be honed, but still a gift. It had to come to you much like breathing. He took a step back to take in his work. He sometimes got caught up in  a small portion of the work and didn't take it in as a whole. However, he seemed to be doing fine today.<br/><br/>The rest of the class was hard at work at there own sketches he noticed. Angela looked somewhere between bored and curious. She probably wanted to run around the room looking to see what people were drawing. Instead, she could only stand on the center platform. She couldn't even move all that much. The poor girl must be getting stiff. He glanced up at the clock. Where had the time gone? There was only a few minutes left of class. He took a final look at his sketch. He added a few more little details. There! It was done, all except the painting part that is.<br/><br/>Liam started to pack up his art supplies. That apparently made the other students realize that class must be ending soon and they slowly woke from their "artist's trance", as their professor called it. Liam covered the new sketch with his protective cloth and secured it. He started making his way towards the door. He stopped when he noticed the red-head was still here. He blushed slightly, now really aware of the fact that he'd basically sketched her without her permission. He shielded his work protectively. He didn't want to go near her but she was right there by the door. He tried to hide the fact that he was standing there awkwardly but wasn't sire how well he was doing that.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">###</div><br/><br/>Brian drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Def-Leopard was blasting out of his speakers. Rick Allen was truly a god among drummers. He mouthed along to "Pour Some Sugar on Me" as he waited for Liam to get out of class. That boy better hurry up. He'd barely have enough time to drop him off at home before rushing to work today. Damn Kevin! Calling in sick! More like hungover! And of course, Mack had to call him to come in early and cover for his sorry ass.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Brian demeanor changed slightly. There was a scent on the air of a pure-blood. He casual searched around until he spotted him. The young man walking across the lawn. The hair of the back of Brian's neck stood up. He didn't like it. Technically right now, he and Liam were lone wolves. They are not looked upon very well. The young man could easily tell he was not one of his if he caught Brian's scent. He was ready for anything. He may be an older beast but he could hold him own. Provided the young man was alone, that is. If there was too many of the kid's pack here, Brain could be in trouble.