Chapter 7: Calm your tits woman.
The next day after school was the first scheduled day that I would draw Leo. We were supposed to meet up in the art room and had 1 hour to do so but after sitting around twiddling my thumbs for 20 minutes I finally packed up and left the room.
The dinner the night before had gone surprisingly well. Kevin was polite and had super kind brown eyes that made me feel welcome straight away. We spoke about his job as a builder and about school. Mum was sober the entire night and even afterwards when he had left we had a little heart-to-heart. It felt good to understand her non-slurred words.
It had put me into a good mood today and that had carried until about 20 minutes ago when Leo was a no show.
I bit back my anger and hurriedly stalked over to my car. Just as I was about to open the door I heard my name being called.
“Summer wait up!” I grit my teeth and turn to face Leo who was looking at me with what seemed an apology waiting.
“Yes?”
Leo raised an eyebrow probably at my tone, “Calm your tits woman why are you leaving? Don’t you want to draw me anymore?”
I scoff in disbelief, “Calm my tits? Calm my tits? Leo I was sitting around the art rooms like a total dick waiting for your arse to get there so the reason I am leaving is to go home.”
As soon as I finished his eyebrows furrowed inwards and he looked confused.
“Didn’t you say meet up at the tree? The one near the basketball court?” He asked giving me a weird look.
“No, I said let’s meet up at the art rooms and see how the lighting is and if it’s crap then we’ll move to the tree.”
I watched as Leo turned his eyes upwards and bit his lip obviously trying to re-call our conversion in 3rd period.
Quickly looking away as his action brought attention to his strong jaw line I studied my chipped nail polish waiting for the idiot to remember.
“Look I’m here now let’s just do it now.” Leo finally said dropping his head to look at me.
I scrunched my nose up and looked at the sky. The sun was still out but not for much longer but I had enough time to do a rough outline.
“Okay follow me.”
With that I marched back towards the school but turned before entering the building and made my way towards the Year 7 eating area.
I sat down on the grass and gestured for Leo to do the same. He did so but instead of crossing his legs he sat back on his hands and spread his legs out into a V with me in between them. I raised my brows at this but kept quiet as I took out my pencils and sketchbook. Today I just wanted to get a feel of him, I mean for him then I’ll work on the canvases.

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Teen FictionPair Summer Owens with a sexy Leo Santos who is always up for some fun and has a healthy splash of Spanish God in him to keep things interesting it's a recipe for a good time. Keep in mind there is a difference between a mean girl and a naughty one...