AN: I love this chapter, I really do. Maybe, I just love Kate and Laurent together. :0)

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Forks Mini Chapter 10

Art School Confidential: Kate POV

I always hated the first day back to actual classes. High school was tough enough. But even with people like me in a school geared for the arts, nervousness filled me to my core. So far, my higher education experience of going to off campus apartments for drinking was great. Busting some Johns Hopkins frat boy's face for touching my ass near Lexington Market was fantastic. Those premed assholes couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Yet, the first day was always hard. The work didn't scare me, but making new friends was terrifying.

I sat down on a stool in Painting 101. The easel in front of me had my fingers itching to create. However, if I had to hear about the basics of complementary colors again, I will stab the professor's eyes out with this medium sized paint brush. I didn't really notice the large man that sat down next to me, until I saw his fingernails that were colored with light green nail polish.

"I like your nails, mister," I said to the dark skinned man sitting next to me. His hair was in natty dreads and he was decked out in Abercrombie & Finch. This boy was a study in contradictions and I liked it.

The man or boy, I wasn't sure which due to his extremely muscular frame. This was usually a turn on for me, but as I observed his eyes that were slightly tinged with eyeliner, I had to smile. I had a new best gay. What a glorious day. I held out my hand. "I am Kate, fine arts major. I think we are going to be great friends."

"I'm Laurent, Mon. Performance arts department," stated the man with the worst Jamaican accent ever.

I would have been remiss if I didn't point out this fact. "That is the worst accent ever."

"You think it's bad?" The man asked sadly, no accent in sight. Then a mischievous smile graced his face, making his white teeth gleam against his dark skin. "Those pants are revolting."

I liked my cargos. Sure they were two sizes too big, ripped in odd places and covered in paint. It was my style, damn it!

I gave him a smirk. "Of course, a gay man would comment on my pants."

"Oh baby, I'm not gay. I was actually going to try to get in your ugly pants later." He took his hand to brush against my face, but I smacked it away.

"You have got to be kidding me. Shit! What's up with the boy makeup then?"

He laughed at me. "I'm a cross dresser, pretty lady. Some of us love women's clothes on and off the ladies. Then we love trying them on for ourselves."

"I guess you learn something new every day. I'm from Ohio, so not much of that kind of thing there." I was considered the freak in my high school, so meeting others that are exploring the alternative to a cookie cutter life is a revelation.

"Don't fret, my pet. It's the same in Jersey. High school is a bitch. I'm glad to be out of there and I was quarterback of the football team." He then stroked my knee. "After class you want to head to my room. I can put on some R. Kelly and a senior bought me a box of wine..."

I quickly interrupted, "I'm a lesbian!"

"Really? That's very cool." This Laurent guy was a good guy. I felt comfortable around him.

I felt for some odd reason, maybe due to being so comfortable around the guy, to be honest. "At least I might be a lesbian. Maybe, it's just this week. Some days, I like guys and others, girls."

"This would be the place to figure out, Little Girl. I shall be your guide to alternative lifestyles or you can be mine. I am new at this, too." Laurent looked towards the front of the class his eyes widening. "Well look at that pretty, young thing!"

I glanced up to see a beautiful girl walk in, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. She had a delicate face, but her body was engulfed in a vintage bowling shirt that had the name 'Charlie' stitched on the pocket. Her auburn hair blew around her from floor fan that was perched next to the professor's desk. I could smell strawberries fill the air. It was slightly nauseating, because I hate the damn things. They were little red allergy attacks waiting to happen.

Laurent continued, "Well, we are out of contention for that one, Katie. Garrett's all over her. I have been hearing about that boy's mad skills, since I arrived on campus."

That is when I noticed the beautiful, dark haired boy that followed her, his hand placed gently on her back. She looked up at him and gave a pretty smile, which the boy returned with a wink. "They really are a gorgeous couple."

"They are. I feel like an ugly duckling next to them," Laurent said with a grimace. "Maybe, I should have worn the pink nail polish. It's prettier."

I gave him a reassuring look. "I think the green is quite fetching."

I knew it was okay that the beautiful people were grouping together, because I had this odd, large cross dresser in my life. We would be okay, as long as we were together.

I was pondering this fact when a soft voice asked, "Can we sit with you guys?"

I looked up to see the beautiful couple standing next to us with expectant and nervous looks upon their faces. Maybe, Laurent and I weren't the only ones trying to figure things out. I had a happy revelation that our duo was now a foursome.