One and Done - S. Briones Lim Page 0,9

She had that sexy librarian thing going on—complete with black rimmed glasses, which sat primly on her freckled ski jump nose.

Rocky glanced at me and narrowed her eyes. “Are you checking her out?”

I shrugged, but didn’t say a word.

“That’s Miss McMillan. She’s the new art instructor,” she explained to me as if I cared.

My eyes widened in surprise. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-three years old, and so not what I pictured an art teacher to look like. “Well, this class just got more interesting.”

Rocky’s mouth dropped open. She glanced over at our teacher and frowned. “Remind me again why I invited you here?”

I smirked. “Is someone jealous?”

Rocky’s cheeks burned brightly. In a clipped tone, she replied, “I just think you should be a little bit more careful about your…your…”

“My what?”

“Never mind. I never did understand your shenanigans.”

Just like that, all humor left me. “That’s not what…oh, forget it.”

Probably sensing us talking about her, Miss McMillan walked toward me and extended a pale, slim hand. “Hello, you’re new here.”

“Guess so.” I shook her hand lightly, fearing that if I squeezed tight I’d break her seemingly frail bones.

She nodded and smiled. “I’m Miss McMillan. And you are?”

“Jesse.”

“Do you draw? Sculpt? Paint?” Her eyes darted over to Rocky. “Or are you just a lovesick boyfriend who can’t stand spending time away from your true love?”

Rocky and I stiffened simultaneously.

“I didn’t realize I was in drama class,” I joked uncomfortably.

Miss McMillan’s wild eyes bounced between the two of us. Smiling sheepishly, she bowed her head in apology. “I guess that was a bit inappropriate.”

“You think?” I grunted.

“So…um, Jesse was it?”

I nodded in annoyance. Just like that, the sexy art school teacher fantasy crumbled at my feet.

“What are you here for?”

“I was told you needed models.” I shrugged my shoulders, feeling even more stupid than I had before. It didn’t help that the same bougie kids started snickering beside us. Once again I felt the familiar twitch in my fist, only this time it was accompanied by a bit of soreness.

Damn that Dwight and his hard face.

Miss McMillan sighed quietly. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved. We have a pretty introverted bunch here who don’t take to new kids nicely, and it’s been quite hard to get some new blood in here. Nice going, Rocky.”

Rocky blinked in embarrassment. “Uh, yeah.”

Our teacher grinned and clapped her hands loudly, startling everyone in the room. “Looks like we have a new model joining us!” Pausing to run her gaze over my face, she smiled. “And by the look of that jaw, whew! You ladies are going to have good practice drawing classic Grecian features.”

I don’t blush. I promise I don’t. At least not usually.

“So…Jesse, was it?” Miss McMillan mused as she walked over to the corner of the classroom and grabbed a wooden barstool, subsequently dragging it to the middle of the classroom. “Why don’t you take a seat in the center of the room and we’ll begin.”

“Sit there?” I practically screeched.

She nodded with a smile.

“Right in the middle of the classroom?” I glanced over at Rocky, who shot me a teasing grin.

“Ugh, you can’t be serious,” a nasally male voice called from beside me. I turned and spotted a pale face covered in painful looking zits.

“Patrick, do you have anything to say?” Our teacher turned at her waist and crossed her arms over her chest. The act exaggerated her cleavage, causing every male in the room to ogle in wonder. Though the sight didn’t hold the same weight for me as Rocky’s cute bra did, I couldn’t help but look.

Rocky’s elbow dug into my side. “Stop staring. That’s rude.”

“I’m a teenage male. It’s biology,” I hissed.

Patrick scowled and replied, “I don’t know about you ladies, but I’d rather not draw this guy. Can’t I stick with a still-life or something? A bunch of eggs and vases seem much more interesting to me than a pop star wannabe.”

Miss McMillan eyebrows furrowed. “I’m pretty sure Jesse is much more interesting than three hardboiled eggs.”

“I beg to differ,” he mumbled.

Okay, the next moment may not have been my proudest, but hey I couldn’t help myself. After dealing with Dwight and a bunch of pretentious rich kids, I was on the verge of snapping.

Sneering at the pizza-faced motherfucker, I grabbed at my crotch and shook it around. “I may not have eggs, but at least I have these nuts.”

“Jesse!” Rocky gasped beside me.

Miss McMillan rolled her eyes. “Are you sure we’re not in drama?”

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