You Can Paint Me

Chapter 17

"Is there a problem Hyunjin? You seem quite troubled."

A tired sigh escaped from Hyunjin's smooth lips, as he frowned his eyebrows in frustration.
"Well miss April, this guy,", he pointed his paintbrush at the shirtless cauliflower, "just keeps on building new muscles EVERY week and I constantly have to retouch the painting."

A playful smirk curved to Chris' lips as he started stretching his arms, his muscles flexing that way.
"Well, you know us, athletes...", he run a hand through his hair,"apart from talent, we are also a product that has to represent our athletic abilities and impress the...crowd.", he kept a smug face and turned his head to the girls of the classroom, wiggling his eyebrows in a playful manner.

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"Well, he is not wrong, though.", I heard Mia's voice from beside me.
"Like, pss look at his back.", her voice dripping with admiration.

"Mm-hmm."

"I mean, I've been counting his muscle parts and I can probably tell in which muscle Hyunjin is referring to. It's the one closer to his left coeliac. Did you know that they have muscles under their belly bottom, or only he does?", she rambled.

"Mm-hmm."

I kept drawing my sketch, my eyes averting from the paper on my desk to the boy in my front.

"Are you drawing Chris' back?", her voice became curious in no time.

"What? No!", my eyes shot up and I dropped my pencil.
"I've been drawing Hyunjin's body and I happen to start off with Chris' body instead."

Mia gave me a look, her eyes raising and her arms folding in disbelief.
"Riiight.", she exclaimed.
"Let me see then.", she stretched her hand, trying to get a grip of the paper.

"Nooo! NO.", I tried to push her away.

But being the stubborn pink fluff she is, she didn't listen.
"Gimme! I wanna see.", she whined and forced herself on me.

With my right hand on her forehead, I prevented her from coming any closer, as she continued putting force in the opposite direction. Her hands on either sides of my body, wiggling  aggressively in order to steal the sketch away from me, but I kept it high in the air with my left hand.
She was putting so much strength that I had to sit down on the desk and stable myself.
And as we continued this childish act, the school bell rang and students started rushing off the room, making in harder for me to keep my balance on the wooden surface.

"Whatchu have there, Livy boo? What were you up to today?"

An -oh so familiar- voice spoke from behind me and a second later, the sketch that was once kept in my hands, was now out of my grip.
A dangerous territory had it in his possession, his eyes lowering down to analyze the drawing.

I froze in my spot.

My body was in complete inactivity from the shock. My jaw had dropped and my eyes went wide. I had stopped in the exact same position as I was holding Mia previouslym
But it wasn't just me.
Mia had stopped moving like a darn seaweed as well and with the corner of my eye, I could see that she had turned pale as well.

This is one of the many times in my life, that I just want to dig a whole 100 meters deep and stay there until I die from starvation.

Not only had Chris taken my sketch, but also, Hyunjin was standing right beside him, observing the paper as well.

"Oh wow...", Hyunjin's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"I guess, I'm not the only one inspired by Chris.", his eyes inspecting Chris' back that I had imprinted on the paper.