French Girls (COMPLETE)

Part 1

Dedicated to eatseokjin , who came up with this idea. Thank you for allowing me to use it. ^^

She cursed her twin brother, Myungsoo, for coming up with this dare. But, she couldn't back out now. She wasn't a chicken; she had no choice but to do this.

Her year, the upperclassman (or junior) year were having their student ID photos taken this period, and since her math class was the first there, they had the rest of the period free. It didn't take long for them to search for something to quench their mischievous minds, and soon they all agreed to play a game of truth or dare.

So, they sat at a table outside of the Art block, huddling around a drained bottle of iced coffee. When the green lid of the bottle spun and landed on Hyunsoo, her four friends turned to each other, exchanging calculating looks.

Hyunsoo was well-known amongst her peers for being kind, and incredibly proud. Because of this, it seemed she never backed away from a dare thrown her way, no matter how challenging, risky or ridiculous.

Many times throughout her school life, she had completely embarrassed herself for the sake of completing a mission. She barely regretted it.

Barely.

And that was how she found herself peeking through the window of a classroom, her friends all sniggering behind her back. All she had to do was walk to the front, say the thing, and leave. Then she could run away and never see the senior art class ever again.

A flush was working its way onto her face, but she did her valiant best to ignore it.

She fixed her fair, using her fingers to neatly guide her fringe toward her temples. Stalling for time.

Then, she faced the half-open classroom door, steeled herself through the thumping of her veins, and exhaled.

Hastily, Hyunsoo walked in. The teacher was nowhere to be seen. The class of seniors was relaxed; some students chattering, some leaned over and immersed in their books and canvases; some staring inquisitively at her, like the cute boy in the front row.

She awkwardly shuffled to the middle of the front area of the cool room.

By now, only five students hadn't spotted her.

Most of their attention was enough.

With pink staining her cheeks, she said as clearly as she could, "Paint me like one of your French girls." then made a break for the door.

She could hear Myungsoo's cackle, and smiled sheepishly at Hana, slowing down when she reached the doorway. But right before her feet had left the room, a gentle hand caught her by the elbow.

Hyunsoo turned her head to look down at the cute boy from the front row, who leaned over his desk, his hand loosely gripping at her arm.

Paint and ink was smeared all over his otherwise pristine uniform shirt, and with it he wore a very boyish grin. His dark, round eyes met hers as his grip loosened to meet the bracelet at her wrist.

"Stay." He commanded, and she paused, uncertain. Why was he asking her to stay?? Who even was he? As if sensing what she was thinking, he added, "Be my muse, and stay here so that I can paint you."

He was cute...

She looked to her friends, who were hovering around the doorway, waiting to see if she would leave to classroom or not. Hana gave her a horribly suggestive wink, and that was all the encouragement she needed.

"Um, okay." She smoothly replied.

He let out some kind of happy, excited noise and pulled out the stool next to him for her to sit on. She put her backpack on the ground to rest against the stool's legs.