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"Bro I'm telling you the new art teacher is a bitch, like yeah she's fit but she's so mean" my best friend whines in my ear

"Rebel, you're being overdramatic, maybe you should just stop using the glue gun so much" I laugh

"I need to build that goddamn dress, my life depends on it" they say, pushing me for laughing at them

"Well luckily you don't have art today" I say as we walk through the door of the school

"No but I do have photography and you're gonna be my model for my final piece" they beam, poking me in the side

"When did I agree to this?" I laugh, pushing them playfully

"You don't have a choice" they grin before we walk off in different directions to our first classes

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"Ok you're really not gonna like this..." Rebel trails on and on as I zone out, staring into space

"Oi" they smack me on the head with a book to grab my attention

"What?!" I say rubbing my head

"Are you paying attention?" they whine

"No" I say bluntly before smiling sarcastically

"Ugh just take your shirt off" they say while sorting something out on the camera

"HUH?!" I exclaim "I ain't getting naked"

"You're wearing a bra and there's no one here, it's fine" they say wandering over to the projector "and besides it's not like I ain't seen your tits before"

They plug the projector into a laptop letting the slideshow cover me and the wall behind me as I pull my shirt off, leaving me standing there in my sports bra and jeans with bloody hand prints being shone onto my skin

"What exactly is the theme behind this?" I ask, tracing the patterns on the wall behind me with my eyes

They mumble something quietly, not clear enough for me to understand

"Huh?" I turn to them "what did you say?"

"I said don't ask questions just pose bitch" they laugh holding the camera up to take a picture

Picture after picture and this bitch still couldn't find one they were happy with

"This is stressing me outtttttt" they groan, slumping down into a chair

"You're not the one freezing your nipples off" I say with a slight shiver

The air conditioning was on full and neither of us knew how to turn it the fuck off, so me standing here without a shirt was torture

The door opening startled us as a short woman walks in

"Are you guys meant to be in here?" the woman said before clocking Rebel "Oh it's you"

They turned to me with an 'are you seeing this shit' look on their face

I paid no attention to whatever the woman said, I was far too focused on how goddamn gorgeous she was

Her bright blue eyes glistening in the light of the projector

Her perfect plump glossy lips

Her wavy black hair draped over her blazer

The white shirt, almost struggling to stay closed around her voluptuous bossom

Her tight pencil skirt displaying the curves that looked as if she was carved by the hands of angels and tainted with the devil's sin