Can I Paint You Nude?

Cara.

A hiss escapes her lips for the hundredth time today. A small paper hits her back and then rolls to the floor, she looks to her side. Another hiss.

She doesn't bother to pick the paper and unravel the contents. She looks ahead, eyes on the board trying to grasp what the old man is saying.

She adjusts her glasses and scribbles down something on her note, she seems to be getting the hang of it now. It doesn't last for long though as another paper rolls to the floor.

She ignores.

It doesn't take long and she feels something land on her head, yet another paper.

Cara turns to around in annoyance, the culprit sits there with a smirk on her face, in a purple polo that reads "fuck you." and a black jean.

"What?" She shrugs.

Cara turns around and focuses her attention back on the board, she tells herself to keep her cool that it will soon be over. Boy how wrong she was.

Paper upon paper keeps hitting her head, her back, flying over the table. Her pen almost snaps into two. Steams are almost coming out of her ears at this point, she sees nothing but red.

"What is your problem?" She turns around to look at the blondie who is sitting down with her legs crossed, a dirty smirk on her face. She wants nothing more than to smack that off.

What even was she doing here? She wonders.

"'My problem is you baby girl." She says with a fake British accent. "Say you'll be mine and I'll stop pestering you."

"You want me to model for you." Cara says.

"I want you to be mine." She corrects a mischievous smile on her face.

Cara ignores her, "you want to paint me nude." She says and the blondie nods.

"That I want."

"And I said no!" She snaps, "how hard is that to accept."

"I'll pay you." The blondie whispers.

"Not interested." Cara is sure she made herself clear for the last time and turns around to enjoy her lecture.

Seconds later, a paper lands on her head.

Her pen snaps into two.

"That bitch." She curses.

All this started a week ago when Jennie walked in on Cara naked.

Cara's sister and Jennie's brother were friends so the two kind of knew each other from before they never spoke a word to each other though. Just stares upon stares.

Cara could feel Jennie assault her with her eyes anytime she stared at her but never she really said a thing about it. She was quiet about it, it didn't really bother her. Until the assaulting became a reality.

It all happened on a Sunday afternoon, Cara was in her room fresh out of the bathroom. She had no idea why Jennie was there in her house in the first place.

But it seemed like Vanessa, Cara's sister had asked Jennie to fetch something from her room. And once the door flung open, Cara was standing there in nothing, naked. A towel on her head.

Jennie had eyed her from head to toe and licked her lips saying something She didn't grab.

And ever since then Cara's biggest nightmare began.

Cara looks down at her watch. "Two o clock." The time says, it was time. The old man bids them farewell and exits the class and one by one students start leaving.

Cara shoves her books in her bag and flung it across her shoulder, headed for the door when she feels something hit the back of her head.

Not another fucking paper.

Why won't she give it a rest.

She marches to where Jennie is seated hoping to give her a piece of her mind.

"What? Changed your mind?" Jennie asks a bit hopeful.

Cara was fuming in anger, she definitely didn't change her mind, she was here to give her a piece of it.

"I'm here to tell you to leave me alone because I'll never be saying yes to you and your offer. Not now, not ever. Leave me alone Baker," she calls Jennie by her last name causing her to chuckle. "Or you won't be able to handle the consequences." She threatens.

"Oh is that a threat?" Jennie asks amused Cara ignores her having said all she wants to and turns around to leave.

"Oh I love threats." Jennie licks her lips, "especially when they come from cute little girls." But Cara is long gone.