Going Nowhere

Troublemaker - 5

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Excuse the mistakes

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Most girls would probably freak out if they were covered in paint, but I’m not most girls. I’m more comfortable when I’m splattered in paint then when I’m lounging around in yoga pants, which was like heaven to a lot of girls.

After classes filled with really boring lectures that I’d tuned out of, getting to art class was a relief. Ms. Homer, the art teacher, quickly introduced me to the current assignment, which was a still life representation in any medium, and then she just let me start without almost no restrictions. That’s one of the reasons I loved art; it wasn’t strict.

So, I’d picked the still life setup of a small set of teacups, and I’d gotten myself a piece of canvas, some acrylic paints, and a set of abused paint brushes. After grabbing a smock, which was just a button down triple-X guy’s shirt, I set up and began to paint my still life.

Pretty soon, I had green paint splotches all over the smock and jeans, since I was quite the messy painter, and I was really enjoying myself. All of the stress I’d been feeling over the first day at a new school was melting away, and I could just be.

“That looks really good.”

I was suddenly pulled out of my concentration, and I turned around slowly to see one of my classmates standing there. He was hot; I’m not going to lie. The guy had shaggy, blonde hair and dark eyes that screamed confidence. The guy has a grin playing on his lips, but I wasn’t so quick to swoon.

“Thanks,” I replied, putting my palette down on a stool next to my easel, “I’m Bridget.”

“Oh, I’ve heard a lot about you,” the guy stated, and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Really?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, “You head anything interesting?”

“Just that you’re trouble,” the guy said, and he stuck out his hand, “I’m Dustin. It’s nice to meet the girl whose arrival has caused quite the stir thanks to her preceding reputation.”

“Nice to meet you, Dustin,” I replied, and I shook his hand. What Dustin had said about my reputation preceding me, and that he’d heard I was trouble, struck a chord in me. I didn’t know whether to be impressed or worried. I didn’t want people thinking that I was a bad kid, because I wasn’t.

People had been nice to me in my classes, though, and they hadn’t really mentioned my prank or expulsion, unless asking if it was true, so maybe the rumors would pass without really boiling over.

Suddenly, a bell rang twice over the PA system, which I learned meant that class was over. “Here,” Dustin said, and he picked up my palette, “I’ll help you put your stuff away, and then we can head to lunch together.”

“Alright,” I replied slowly, “Thanks.” Dustin smiled and nodded at me, and I watched as he took my palette over to the sink and rinsed it off. As he turned and started back over to me, I quickly tore my gaze away from him and pulled my smock up over my head.

That’s when I felt the draft on my stomach.

“Shit!” I hissed, and I quickly yanked the smock completely off and pulled my shirt back down. I’d just flashed my boobs at the entire class, especially Dustin, who was standing five feet away and staring at me… or, more specifically, where my neon yellow bra had just been showing.

“Do not say a word,” I ordered, jutting a finger out at Dustin, who looked close to laughing.

“I wasn’t going to say anything!” Dustin replied, putting his hands up in surrender.