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The sugar baby escapades

OT6
Word count: 17704
Chapters: 18

"Seriously," Jeremy insisted. "You don't have to do this." He was clutching his art bag close to his chest, dreading the moment when Geoff would pull up alongside the curb and let Jeremy out.

It was one thing to be twenty-five and going back to fulfill his dream of earning his fine arts degree, but it was an entirely other thing for your more or less partners to drop you off personally like they were taking their kid to school.

"Nonsense," said Geoff, waving off his concern. "Besides, we want to share this experience with you! Now you go out there and show these people what an artist you are." He parked the car. They were right in front of the main building.

Jeremy slipped out of the car, slamming it quickly but not before Geoff said, "Have a good day!"

It'd be easier if he weren't a criminal, Jeremy thought. It'd be easier if he weren't in a relationship where each of the partners had a morally questionable profession, a normal sense of fashion, and the decency to keep quiet.

But whenever they'd find themselves in the most mundane situation, they always turned up the drama to eleven on a scale of five.

He didn't want them to drop him off at school—even though he insisted several times that he could walk for Christ's sake; he could even drive; he wasn't a kid—because he didn't want them to be seen and potentially exposed for being part of the most notorious gang in the city. The only reason why he was going back to school was because he no longer had to worry about finances. But since announcing his decision to go back to school, suddenly everyone had to get involved.

Gavin took him shopping for art supplies. High end art supplies. The stuff he dreamed about owning when he was half on the streets, fired from his latest job.

"No no name brands," Gavin insisted. "Only the good stuff for you. You're gonna be the class's wet dream when they see you walking in with this stuff."

Jack was the one who helped him decide on what courses he could take, walking him through the whole admission process step by step.

Ryan said that if he wanted to gain some experience in art studios or if he wanted to try his hand at photography, he still had contacts from his modelling days.

Michael picked up the role of big brother. "If anyone gives you any problems, you tell them to talk to me."

And Jeremy had patted his shoulder in solidarity. "Thanks, Michael."

Geoff picked up the rite to drop him off to school first. "I never had any kids! Now I get to fulfill that dream of dropping them off to school!"

"Geoff. I'm twenty-five. You don't need to do that."

"No, no. You do not get to deprive me of this moment. First thing! Dropping you off in style!"

Well, it wouldn't be such an issue if they would keep it low profile. But low profile wasn't a concept they understood.

It started with the cars. The sleek, brightly coloured sports cars they'd bring him to school in and pick him up with.

First, the mustang. Not too bad. Mustangs were fairly common. They also didn't go all that fast, at least not as fast as their other cars, but still it drew attention when Michael came to pick him up.

Jeremy was sitting with his friends when he got the text. "I gotta get going," he said, stuffing his sketchbook into his bag and standing up.

"Is that your ride?" asked Jane, someone from his sculpture class.