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Hello Again, My Friend!

It's me, Raven, and I'd like to review the next chapter in this great story using my Familiar method! Let's dive in, shall we? Heh heh heh...

What The Black Eyes See...

Ooooo, this begrudging partnership sure revealed a lot about Zeke, and even Abigail from another perspective. I love these opportunities to get multiple views on the characters, and seeing how they take to tricky situations like this. Let's get into the details though.

Where The Dagger Points...

I couldn't think of any recommendations to make! Good writing job ~

Why The Grin Widened...

Ms. Patterson let out a weary sigh before mustering a warm smile for Abigail. "Accidents happen. How can we turn it into something beautiful? Sometimes, the unexpected can lead to the most exciting art."

An excellent and timeless lesson, important for artists to understand. It became a Bob Ross meme for a reason! Haha.

I smirked, not fazed by her attempts to insult me. "Tattoo artist or not, art is art. Many admire the effort behind tattoos. Each one tells a story, just like any other art form."

Considerable words from Zeke! Technically speaking, for many people, this is totally accurate. And for Abigail to be so dismissive of it really speaks to how hard she's trying to not get along with Zeke now, because well...it's kinda hypocritical in a way.

Her attitude after I had been nice to her would have ended this conversation already, but I was getting under her skin, despite her attempts to fight it, and I had to admit I loved the reaction. To see such a high-status rich girl squirm at my charm was thrilling. She tried to pretend that she hated me, but I knew better.

Tsk tsk, Zeke's more nefarious plotting and methods of winning Abigail's favor are bound to cause trouble, just as the prologue had told us. I just wonder exactly how or why. And you can definitely see the glimmers of hope for this to evolve past mischievous taunts and borderline exploitation...

Her face had become twisted with pain. Shit, maybe I took my teasing too far? "Well… yeah, but my father wants me to pursue more practical careers, preferably in one of our companies…Little does he know that I'm not doing that."

For Zeke to show so much of a reaction to the risk of "taking it too far," and now having another way to relate to Abigail, it allows you to see the possibilities. I like that a lot, since I feel some romance stories have two characters 100% different and feeling indifferent as well, literally no clues or hints, and then one drunk night or heroic action later, they're an item. It's kind of a pet peeve in a genre I already struggle with, haha.

Also...

I put my hand on my chest. "Who, me? Sarcastic? Never."

Loved that, haha.

She wasn't what I would expect from a girl with her background. They were usually vapid, with as much depth as a puddle.

Ooooo, another hint. Abigail is far more than just your average rich girl or rebellious youth. And again, loved the snide remark, Zeke's little taunts are so amusing ~

How did she assume she knew my identity after only a few interactions? I rummaged over her words. How did she see that? My identity and personal life were irrelevant to her and had no connection to our bullshit project.

Wow, for someone so eager to disseminate all the information he can on Abigail, Zeke sure has a negative -I would even say nervous reaction to Abigail doing the same to him. Are there some things he's just afraid of being discovered? Ooooo...

Although the bother of her was there, she oddly fascinated me. I walked to the exit, my eyes straight ahead. I pretended not to notice when she stopped to talk to Ms. Patterson; why would I care? But deep down, concern troubled me. Was she asking for a different partner? The possibility unnerved me more than I'd like to admit.

But at the same time, he's also afraid of losing her as a partner? Oh, the conflicting views and feelings here, very well-captured and I love it!

One thing was for sure—I wouldn't let her outmaneuver me. I couldn't help but crave our cat-and-mouse game.

I like the way he phrased it here; still a challenge, still a rivalry, but in another more playful light.

Our Mad Thoughts...

Overall, that was another awesome chapter, nicely done!

Hi it's 22Midnight again
hope your doing well, let's get into it!

Side Note: Really sorry it took me so long to get to the next chapter hopefully i'll be a bit quicker to get to the other once but might take a bit of time for me to get to it all, I really want to review these chapters properly without rushing it.

First Impression: i'm looking forward to reading this chapter the last one was quite funny, hopefully Zeke can show Abigail that actually his just a bit silly sometimes and makes some mistakes, but still not sure if these to should be getting together he does some quite different from her.

As Ms. Patterson approached, overhearing our conversation, she glanced at Abigail's canvas. "The choice is yours: continue or start over. It would be a shame to waste a canvas."

Abigail hesitated, the silence stretching out as she contemplated her response. "It was an accident. He bumped into me." She pointed in my direction.

Haha well at least she didn't call him out about leaving class when he shouldn't have been, a mean she was actually being nice about it.

"Is that so?" Ms. Patterson eyed me, suspicious. I flashed her an apologetic smile, playing up the innocent act.

I raised my hands. "It was an accident."

Ms. Patterson let out a weary sigh before mustering a warm smile for Abigail. "Accidents happen. How can we turn it into something beautiful? Sometimes, the unexpected can lead to the most exciting art."

Ms. Patterson's going to be keeping an eye out for you now Zeke better watch out, i really like Ms. Patterson she seems to care a lot out her students and there art work.

Abigail's annoyance softened as she considered the professor's words. Wasn’t that what I had said? She examined the splatters on the canvas and rotated it with intensity. "This might be usable." Her voice was a mere whisper, barely audible as she spoke under her breath.

I watched her, my mind already planning. After all, her family owned half this stupid city, and I bet entering the Winslow's house would be the best door for me.

I wonder what she's planning on doing with it, whatever it turns out to be I'm sure will be a master piece, oh come on Zeke thinking out using her family again I'm confused are you a nice person or not, his an interesting and funny character.

While lost in my plotting, she caught me gazing at her and raised that annoying eyebrow once more. "So, you're an artist then?" Her eyes went up and down me, scrutinizing the tatted lines on my arms and neck. "Maybe for a tattoo parlor one day, huh?"

I smirked, not fazed by her attempts to insult me. "Tattoo artist or not, art is art. Many admire the effort behind tattoos. Each one tells a story, just like any other art form."

Abigail's trying to figure you out a bit and get to know you, I'm so wondering what's going on with her and Jake at the moment, guess she's got enough to worry about after what her dad did. is that Zeke trying to be poetic not sure what to think about that.

She rolled her eyes. "Sure, if you say so. What do you plan on doing after graduation if you're not a tattoo artist?"

I leaned back, crossing my arms and ignoring her question. "You don't like tattoos?" With a playful scowl, I pretended to be offended. "I thought you artists were all about expressing yourselves."

A smile threatened to escape from her lips, but she held it back as she shook her head. "There's a difference between tattoos and serious art."

i see they've had there mini scuffle now there getting to know each other, why won't he answer the question XD his all about convincing her that tattoos are cool.

I let out a gasp, feigning surprise. "Is that so? Well, you must be the expert then."

Amusement was clear in her chuckle. "You could say that."

I leaned closer, my mouth mere inches away from her ear, lowering my voice to a whisper. "Tell you what, Abigail Winslow, maybe I'll paint a masterpiece on you one day. Then you can truly appreciate art."

Haha YEah Abigail will never get Tattoos so forget it you'll never when with that. *nerves voice* right?

A fleeting flush tinted her cheeks before vanishing, and she pretended to be unaffected. "Don't hold your breath, Ezekiel. Have you taken a painting class before?"

I scratched my chin, pretending to contemplate. "No, never Ezekiel, only Zeke. As for painting, I dabble. Photography is my focus, but I explore other mediums. As for your other question, I'd like to be a famous photographer."

now she's joking around with him i love this, there it is the truth about his photography finally comes out yes!

"Okay, Ezekiel," she taunted with a hint of mischief. Her attitude after I had been nice to her would have ended this conversation already, but I was getting under her skin, despite her attempts to fight it, and I had to admit I loved the reaction. To see such a high-status rich girl squirm at my charm was thrilling. She tried to pretend that she hated me, but I knew better.

XD hey she's not like everyone else in her family she may be rich but that doesn't really mean anything but pain to her it seems.

She studied me for a moment before speaking again, her curiosity clear. Her posture became relaxed as she leaned slightly towards me. "And what do you hope to achieve with your 'art'?" she inquired, using finger quotes on the last word.

"Well..." I drew an outline on the sketchpad in my lap. "I want to capture the essence of life itself, but enough about me. Is this class your revolt against dear old daddy and his antics?"

this is a nice way for them to get to know each other now it seems that both of them are relaxing and just enjoying normal conversation, forget out the stupid paper that tells you stuff about them just ask questions. also don't ask her that i's a sensitive subject

Sensing her hesitation, I looked up and stopped sketching. Her face had become twisted with pain. Shit, maybe I took my teasing too far? "Well… yeah, but my father wants me to pursue more practical careers, preferably in one of our companies…Little does he know that I'm not doing that."

Okay, there was the girl I had encountered before. The rebel who reveled in her passions and desires, standing against her family's legacy.

Aww he so likes her, he got worried for a moment there that he'd messed up completely, okay his forgiven for being an idiot then seems like he just struggles to know how to get a girls attention in the right way.

I continue drawing, fascinated. "Ah, such a classic climax." My teasing elicited a groan from her, her face turning red with embarrassment. "Seems like you've got quite the rebellious spirit hidden under those goody-two-shoes."

She narrowed her eyes at my comment. "You don't know me, so don't act like you do." Her face flushed red, fading the freckles that sprinkled her nose. Anger shaded her face more than embarrassment—a gift bestowed well on redheads.

does he think that she's cute when she's angry? also now his taking the teasing a little to far don't make her mad again just enjoy your lovely art work that your currently busy with.

I chuckled softly. "Whoa, easy tiger, I know. I like to think I have a keen eye for people. I realize there is more to you than meets the eye."

She rolled her eyes, dismissing my observation with a wave. "Yeah? And your obnoxious use of sarcasm hasn't gone unnoticed either."

I put my hand on my chest. "Who, me? Sarcastic? Never."

this got me rolling over laughing this is so funny, this would probably be my favorite part so far out of the hole chapter.

"And you? Why are you here?"

I shrugged. "Thought I'd try something different, broaden my horizons." My voice remained sarcastic.

"Is that so? Your aura has such mystique," she remarked, her tone matching mine. Usually, girls like her cowered when I pushed away their curiosity, but she was different. She wasn't what I would expect from a girl with her background. They were usually vapid, with as much depth as a puddle.

haha now his getting involved, does this mean that he might just have a crush on her now, maybe he was playing hard to get before.

Her eyes locked onto my face. At first, they appeared hazel but were light olive green with subtle brown around the edges. I could almost see the gears turning in her head as we exchanged stares. As we tried to comprehend each other, I saw her determination, prepared for a fight. The silence between us stretched for a moment. I knew she was interested in my aloofness, which only fueled my desire to keep her guessing. I had to admit that I was interested in her feistiness and passion.

this is just awesome, the intense staring now what's going to happen next aut to be funny, I tell you what if she does end up dating him her dad's not going to like this guy that could be a perfect way to get him back for ruining her art.

Finally, she broke the silence, her voice steady. "Well, we'll see if I can uncover any of those mysteries. I get straight A's, and this assignment will be no exception." She opened her notebook confidently.

"Is that so? Challenge accepted."

I focused back on my pencil, gently blending shadows into my outline. With slender fingers, she delicately wrote the headline "Ezekiel.” Before writing more, "Sarcastic. Likes authenticity. He doesn’t like answering questions about himself."

How did she assume she knew my identity after only a few interactions? I rummaged over her words. How did she see that? My identity and personal life were irrelevant to her and had no connection to our bullshit project.

XD she's figuring him out quickly i see, hey she doesn't always need it for the project this could just be for fun, I wonder how much his learnt about her and if he'll write it down like this, she's very serious about writing it all down.

so i'm going to read the rest without quoting just because it would be a lot to quote and the review might get a bit long.

the last part was certainly funny it's like he's trying to not like her but he so does, also if she tells bad stuff about him which i'm hoping she's just asking if she can stay with the same partner, but if she isn't then that's going to make an interesting twist, he might get real mad about that, but it might just be because he like there back and forth arguments. shame it's a pity thought that he has to make such a long commute there and back but hey he said it himself that it was the way he like it anyway.

Overall: I really liked this chapter I thought this was perfect having them in a little argument at first that kind of ended in a really positive way, also she ended up turning the painting into a master piece which was awesome to. Zeke looks to be more of an artist with his drawing then with his painting which I find really cool to because both combined will certainly turn into something amazing in the end.

anyway that's it from me

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