Well, I guess a little clarification is needed. The friend who called me, Thomas, didn't know the words to describe what happened (English isn't his first language). When he said picking up, he meant "flirting with" so basically Joe tried to ask Jamie out.
Yeah, that went over real well. Jamie pretty much told him she wasn't interested.
When I returned to school on monday, it was to find we were working with ink. Yikes! (art intimidation factor: level ten) It wasn't so bad, and we merely had to copy an ink painting. All fine and dandy... til the professor said these words "Oh, and we will be doing an Art Critique on Wednesday, so please pick five art pieces to use in the critique."
I thought, alright, I am totally going to use this piece. It actually looks like the original in work from the artist... mostly! Then Joe (who had been faking that he was getting ink on people the whole entire class period.. he did it to Jamie, "oops i got ink on your jacket!" her response was that he was buying her a new one if that was the case.)
He walked past me with brush in hand, and ran it across my painting! I was standing in front of my desk (I had dropped my art pencils and had just finished gathering them up. Ehellions, I am afraid I did a bad thing in that moment. I shoved him away from my painting, fearing he had grey water on his brush. Lucky me the brush was dry.
Short of pushing him away from my artwork I didn't know what else to do.
And another fun little fact: I was the only person who he ran his brush across their painting. Everyone else it was clothing. The ink is water soluble so I am pretty sure if he had placed the brush on my clothes I wouldn't have shoved him away. It would have been 'Meh water soluble ink. Whatever.' The fact it was my painting made my 'oh crap no!' instinct kick in.
If you've read through this you get a cookie... and a bottle of your favorite wine.