Chapter 176
Diana's P. O. V
"I love you." West said tenderly, and passed me a long soft stare, my insides churned and started doing backflips to hear him say that. My brain stopped functioning for a split second, something warm coursed through me.
"That's the name of the artist, it's a dumb name, but it applies to this painting don't you think?. "West added, and shifted his gaze back to the painting.
"Never took you for the kind of guy who kept tabs on art." I stated, trying to lessen the tension I was feeling by merely just looking at him look at the painting.
"Am in your literature class, doesn't that speak to you? Have you ever seen me in biology?. " West asked, telling more than asking.
"You don't know a lot about a lot of people Chirper, just what's on the surface." West let out, and brought out a hand from his pocket.