Anxious. ✔️

Chapter Two

When Duncan walked into class that day, (according to his teacher they were doing a 'special project' today) he certainly wasn't expecting to meet a certain girl hiding out in the supply closet.

You see, Duncan's always early to art lessons.

Don't mistake him for any goody two shoes though.

Ever since he was young, he would steal, lie and cheat his way out and in to everything, he's even been in juvie a couple times. Once he got accepted into this school, it was like a second chance for him.

Maybe then his father would start to except him, and treat him like his other children. Maybe.

Duncan strode over to the supply closet to grab and easel, only to be met by an olive skinned girl with freckles and deep onyx eyes, wearing a sheer, fluffy dressing gown wrapped around her body, showing a dare he say it, full figure and one sexy ass.

Duncan found himself resisting the urge to slap her behind, and instead asked: 'who are you Princess, and what are you doing here?'

The girl looked up at him, scowling, making her nose scrunch up cutely.

'I'm the girl who was stupid enough to sign up to become your class model'

Then it clicked. The dressing gown, the secret project.

She was gonna model for his class, most likely naked.

'Well Princess, I sure will be enjoying today's class' He smirked at her and surveyed her curves. 'Maybe you can model for me some other time' he paused. 'In bed' and winked.

He waited for her swooning over his Duncan charm, but instead he was swooning over her knee in his nuts.

'Damn it Princess' he muttered, and shuffled out of the closet, wincing a little in pain.

Good thing he came early.
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A/N:

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