Portion (Ongoing)

art sculpt

After my brief encounter with the professor, I just brushed everything off and went to my sculpting class. Damn,  I'm starting to not favor the professor. Usually, I am so confident when I talked to people and shit, but his stares know how to make you nervous. Don't get me wrong, I am not afraid of anyone- well, except aunt Kia- there's just something about that man that's so intimidating. 

I massaged my forehead in soothing circles. This headache was not joke.

When I walked into the door, the studio was decorated like a nude painting was about take place. All the desks were positioned towards an centerpoint and there was sculpting clay neatly prepared. I was unloading all of my things when I could tell that Nathan came up beside me just by the smell of his cologne. 

"Hey." I said still had yet to look in his direction.

"Hey, I see you made it okay after the party."

I rolled my eyes. "Barely. I still have a killer headache, but thank you for taking care of me last night."

I finally took notice of him. His hair was in the occasional man bun, but what was different was his arms on display. Tattoos covered every possible space. What caught my eye was the one on the upper arm on his left side. A bare naked woman with pale skin. Her ginger red hair was carried off to the side by the wind while her hands covered a part of herself: one hiding the right breast and the other covering the woman's vagina. She stood on a huge seashell.

The Birth of Venus.

"It's okay. Any rightminded man would've done the same," He smiled, putting on his apron and reaching to give me mine. That apron only made me pay more attention to his marked arms. "So are we still on for our date next Saturday?"

"Date? What date?" I looked at him with a confused expression. Did I miss something?

Before he could answer my question, I was interrupted. Yet, not without witnessing the small pang of hurt over his eyes.

"Welcome class. I am Mrs. Hawkins." A dark skinned, black woman entered the room. She had her natural curls arranged into an messy bun while wearing a apron over her clothes. "For our first lesson, I think we should sculpt the subject that speaks the most: the body." She grins.

"This is what I've been waiting for my whole life." Louis speaks out in excitement.

"Look Mr. Scott, if your going to be a pervert, you can march yourself on up here and be the model." The teacher looked at Louis disapprovingly while putting her hands on her hips.

His face sprouted into a crimson red while the other students laughed. "You know what? Keep on going with the lesson professor."

She smirked. "I thought so. Now this is Lina Wang." She motioned outside the door for someone to come in. In came a tall, slim woman that possessed high cheekbones that complemented her slender facial structure. She reminded me of a younger version of Ling Woo from Charlie's Angels. The woman, Lina, walked to the center of the room and remained in her silk white robe.

The teacher walked over to the woman and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You are welcome to do any pose you would like." Mrs. Hawkins told the model as she released a breath of relief.

Lina took off the robe and was now naked unto the world. Due to her shy demeanor, she crouched down and covered her breasts with an arm. You could tell she was demure, but her shyness was a great focus for my sculpture.

So we got to working.

"Either you're joking or you forgot because you were drunk last night. Hopefully it's the ladder because the other way would break my heart." Nat held his heart in a mockingly way.

"To be honest, last night is a blur. But I can surely assure you I'm never drinking again." I said still doing my sculpture. It was turning out fine, and I had a name for it already.

"That's good because you were hammered last night. But long story short, I was able to get my dance from you. I asked you on a date. Even though you were a bit hesitant at first, you said yes and on Saturday I plan to take you out." He shrugged.

"And who says I still agree with this date?" I quirked my eyebrow at him.

"Fate."

I laughed.

"How's it coming along?" Mrs. Hawkins had sneaked up beside us.

"I say it's going along great, wouldn't you Adonis?" Nathan said as he wiped his hands clean on his apron. He had finished and started to clean his station. I looked over at his and it was magnificent.

Smooth edges, great detail, and a clear message.

"Mr. Hunter, what would you say about your piece?"

He smiled and glanced at me before looking back at the Mrs. Hawkins. "I call it Fright. In my eyes, the model is scared to show her bare self to others even if it doesn't hurt her. But hey, that's my perspective."

She nodded and went to me. "And what about you Ms. Haynes?"

"Mine is just Bare. What I see is vulnerability. Maybe my perspective has taken place after the Fright."

"Hmm. Nice." She gives us credit with a smile and moves on to the next. After a while, time passes and it is time to go.

"I loved all of your perspectives. See you next time class." She dismissed us and Nat and I left out the door. We were about to say goodbyes and part ways when Nat stopped me.

"This is actually embarrassing, but I forgot to get you're number." He blushed. "I didn't think about it last night, so good thing we have a few classes together."

"Good thing. Couldn't go on the date without the details." I giggled. "It's 903-***-****.

"That's right. I'll text you." He backed away slowly. "I have to go to an class on the other side of campus, so I'll see you later. Be ready for our date!"

He turned and sped on.

Nice butt.