Title : It's all in the shading

Author: jennaravenrose

Timeline: after movie, Sarah is not taking the news well and is currently taking a timeout from the relationship. Kate still isn't speaking to Pogue

Morgana put her books in her locker and shut it. Then blended in with the rest of the student population. She was a loner always had been, so she had no one to gossip with at her locker. Unlike many of the girls her age. She spent much of her time alone. Ate lunches in the courtyard and her other meals at home. She even lived alone. Her parents bought her a loft in town because they knew she would complain about sharing a room in the dorms.

She had transferred in the middle of the school year. So not only was she new but she was also a bit of an outcast. She had never gone out of her way to make friends. During the break periods, people would see her with a drawing pad in her hands but they never saw the drawings.

Those were reserved for her mother's art director. The woman bought everything she would show her. Placeing it up for sale at her Boston gallery. Morgana did the paintings in her loft. Usually after a particularly vivid dream woke her. She would stay up all night drawing the lines and putting paint on canvas. Which left her with a slightly pale complexion.

She sat in the class and watched her fellow students. She had already written down most of the pertinent details from the teachers lecture. She was instead drawing in her small drawing pad. Her subject was a sleeping blond boy in the row across from her. He looked so peaceful and angelic almost that she couldn't help but capture the moment. She had a basic sketch all done before the bell rang and scooped up her books. She headed for the door along with the rest of the class. She had literature next and headed for her locker.

She got her book and stowed her other book. Then she took off at a run for the other class.

She was inches from the door when she collided with someone. They both went down and their books spilled all over the floor. "I'm sorry," said Morgana it had actually been her fault for running anyways. "That's ok," said the boy she collided with. Morgan scooped up her books and what she thought was her drawing pad. She stood up quickly and darted into the class before the boy could introduce himself or start any kind of conversation.

The boy started to introduce himself and found himself talking to air. He frowned and picked up the last of his books. "What's the mater ty lose something?" said Reid. "No I just ran into this girl," said Tyler. "Ran into her? Dude that's not what I meant about meeting girls" said Reid. Tyler sighed and walked into the classroom. He looked around for the girl. They had impacted pretty hard and he wanted to make sure he hadn't hurt her.

She was sitting in the front row next to one of Mr. Holsworth's pets. He sat two rows behind her next to Reid. He wanted to get her attention but didn't dare toss a note with Jenny Tompson sitting next to her. He frowned at her back as she took out a notebook and began writing down what the teacher was saying. He gave up on it to take his own notes. The subject was Shakespeare and he hated trying to follow that.

He watched her take notes, then towards the end of the class. She pulled out her drawing pad and turned to an empty page. She frowned at the doodle in front of her. This wasn't her work. She started flipping pages, not finding one that she recognized.

She swore under her breath that boy must have grabbed hers by mistake. Tyler had finished taking his notes and he had already read the book. So he pulled out his doodle pad. He wasn't very good in his opinion but he liked to draw cars.

What greeted him wasn't his work at all. Each one was an exquisite drawing of people and things on campus and in town. Two of which made him smile and one that made his blood run cold.

One was of Reid sleeping in class; she even captured the drool dripping on his sleeve. The other was of them playing pool at Nicky's, no big there. But the one that shocked him was of him, Reid and Pogue. They were leaning on a pool table there eyes staring at the bar area. What got him was the fact that Reid's eyes clearly showed him using. Tyler swallowed and flipped the page. He didn't know if he should just give the book back or show it to Caleb and the others first. Reid was sure to get in trouble.

Tyler opted to get Reid's opinion and elbowed him. "What?" said Reid's sleepy voice. Tyler slid the picture to Reid. "Baby boy I don't want to look at your drawings" said Reid. Making like he was going to push them away. "They're not mine, look at the picture closely Reid" said Tyler.

There was an urgency in his voice that Reid found oddly compelling so he humored the boy. He looked at the picture. His eyes went wide when he realized what he was looking at. Then he flipped pages, stopping briefly at the ones of him and the others. He shivered at the one of Chase sitting next to Sarah with spiders crawling off of his hand. He noted the date on the pic was a full week before Chase had even shown up at school. He closed the book and looked over at Caleb. He was nervous about showing it to Caleb but he knew he would have to eventually.

He caught Caleb's eyes and handed the book to Tyler "show it to Caleb" he said. Tyler looked at him like he was crazy. "Ok" said Tyler. He handed the drawing pad across the aisle to Caleb

People were passing notes all over the room, the teacher didn't care. Their tests would show who was paying attention anyways. Morgana watched the boy pass her notebook to his friend next to him, then across the aisle to his friends.

The dark haired boy flipped through her work. Morgana gritted her teeth. Please don't screw up the shading. She thought it took me hours to get it just right. The dark haired boy on the other side of the isle was showing it to a longhaired boy next to him. They were both frowning. Humph she thought as though two teenage boys were art critics.

The bell finally rang and the dark haired boy stuffed it into his bag. Then he turned to the guy she had collided with and he pointed in her direction.

She frowned at them great just great now they probably think I'm some sort of freak with a crush on them. Thought Morgana as she moved into the row and made her way to the door. The press of bodies was making it hard to move. So she stepped back into one of the seating rows to let people pass.

She hated crowds that was usually why she was first out of the room. Unfortunately she had to get her sketchbook back. The boys were coming down the isle as a group. The tallest boy with dark hair stopped in front of her. "Did you draw these?" he asked "yeah, I drew everything in there" said Morgana.

"We need to talk," said the boy. He made no move to return her book. "Can it wait till later I have another class?" she said. She had no interest in hearing his opinions no matter how determined he was to give them. "Can I have my book back?" she said "later" he answered and walked towards the door. "Excuse you that's my personal property," she said angrily. He turned and smiled at her "you'll get it back after we talk" said the boy.

She looked mad at him "just give it back, here you can have your friends" said Morgana.

He smirked at her. "I said later" he answered. She growled in frustration and walked past him. Stuffing the other boys drawing pad into her pile of books. The group followed her. She put on her headphones and kept walking. She could always tell the provost that the boy had stolen it from her.

They apparently had her next class because they sat next to her in the class. She ignored them and took notes. They watched her the whole time "by the way your very good" said the blond sitting next to her. "Thanks" she said coolly "what's your name?" he asked. She frowned. "None of your business" she answered.

"Why not?" he asked. She sighed in frustration. "Because I don't want you to know," she answered. He chuckled "ok, if that's the way you want it" said Blondie. "Your not very friendly" said longhaired boy sitting on the other side of her. She wished they would just get up and move somewhere else.

"Where'd you learn to draw like that?" asked the boy she had run into. "I didn't it comes natural" she answered in a clipped tone. She was trying to concentrate on her notes. She gave up when the teacher called study time.

She flipped open her book and tried to read the recommended passage. The boys were still staring which was unnerving her. "Am I really that fascinating?" she said sarcastically. Blondie smirked "I like a challenge" he answered.

"Now class since you've all read last weeks material, I have a treat for you, a pop quiz" said the teacher the class groaned. "Someone should really give him the definition of treat," murmured Morgana. The teacher was passing out papers and the students were taking one and passing the rest to the students in back. Morgana got her answer key and passed the stack back to the person behind her. Then she wrote her name on the paper.

Blondie glanced at it and smirked. Morgana ignored him and set up her workspace. Waited for the teachers signal and started answering questions. She knew the answers to most of them so she went thru it quickly. She was rushing to finish before the bell rang.