Expose Them, sequel to Release Me (Editing)

4

I had to wait 'patiently' until Tuesday for art class again.

My paintbrush flies over my canvas, adding in the last details. The strand of light sandy brown hair falling into his eyes and the calluses on his hands that are crossed over his broad chest. Next, the rip in his jeans and those adorable dimples in his cheeks.

"Done." I drop my paintbrush and shake out my aching hand.

Derek walks over, his jaw dropping open. "Wow, is that really what I look like?"

I laugh. "No, I made you look better."

He rolls his eyes at me. "I have to say, you sure do have a talent."

"Awe thanks. Now how would you like me to pose for yours?"

He stares at me, his head slightly cocked to the side. "Sit down."

I do.

"Cross your hands over your lap and sit up straighter."

I do everything he instructs me to.

At last, he picks up his paintbrush but then puts it back down.

"What's wrong?"

He walks up to me and catching me off guard, I find him pushing the hair away from my face, his fingers warm against my skin. He smiles. "Much better."

My eyes are locked on his, my heart fluttering between my rib cage. "Should I pull it back into a pony?"

He shakes his head. "No, it's perfect. Just wanted to be able to see your face better."

"Oh."

He goes back to his aisle and begins to paint me.

I watch him, the way his tongue sticks out between his teeth as he concentrates, and how all his fingers are curled around his paintbrush.

He looks at me and smiles. Oops! I was staring. I glance away, uncomfortable.

That's when the bell rings, announcing class is over and schools done for the day.

I meet Elena at my locker.

"You got paint on your nose."

"What?" I begin to rub my nose.

She giggles. "It's a joke. I can't believe you thought I was serious."

I glare at her. "That wasn't funny."

She shrugs. "I thought it was."

I ignore her last comment, placing my belongings into my locker.

"Are you coming tonight in the end?"

I look at her. "Yeah. What are we going to do?"

"It's a pool party silly. We're going to swim and check out the hot guys I invited."

"Hold on, it's not only us two?"

She smiles sheepishly. "Hey, it's my first night not grounded. I'm going to enjoy it."

I sigh. "How many people did you invite?"

"Not a lot, I promise."

I shake my head. "Please tell me I don't have to wear a bikini."

She grins. "You know the answer to that."

Before I have the chance to argue, she walks off, leaving me standing here alone.

...

Someone kill me now. The only bikini that I own is way too revealing, plus to add to that, it's hot pink. How did I even get ahold of such a revolting thing? And unfortunately, none of my other bathing suits seem to fit me at the moment due to the lack of fat on my body so just going to have to stick to this one for now. Ugh.