'Oh dear, oh dear' said Miss Jones said, pacing up and down, worry obviously laced across her face.
Duncan noticed this, and decided to question her. He had a hunch it had something to do with the girl in the closet.
'What's wrong?' Duncan asked her. 'Anything I can help with?' And he flashed her an award winning smile.
'Oh, don't worry dear, just waiting for someone.' She grimaced, and started rapidly typing into her mobile. 'Why don't you set up your easel?' She said, not even looking up from her phone.
'Umm, sure?' He replied.
As he started getting out his paints and putting out his canvas, he suddenly spotted an olive complexion peeking out of a certain supply closet. He rolled his eyes at her, but she somehow spotted him, and stuck out her tongue.
He's never had an urge to paint such a moment.
The way her beautiful face lit up, how her nose scrunched up, her delicate pink tongue sticking out of her mouth, her petite frame leaning towards the door.
He shook his head out of it. Duncan doesn't do 'love' or 'touchy feely'. Duncan's do one night stands, hookups, and quick fucks in the college bathroom stalls.
The rest of the students made there way into class, and set up at there regular stations. Miss Jones finally looked up from her phone, frowning.
'Well, students. We were having a volunteer come and model for you today, but it seems she hasn't shown up. Any takers?' She paused. 'We'll be paying of course.' She adds.
Duncan slowly raised his hand. He needed the money, after all.
As he was listening to the way Miss Jones instructed him to pose, he could spot a certain someone eyeing him from afar. He smirked his way through the art lesson.
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A/N:
Hope you enjoyed the chapter, I'm planning on maybe 3 more short chapters, and perhaps an epilogue I don't know.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] She only did it for the money. But she got something else in return. ------------------------- Courtney Barlow signs up for something she's never done before, only to chicken out. Will a certain someone persuade her otherwise? ...
