Chapter: Sketchy Sketchy

That hit the spot, yeah.  Now I just have to -

Woops.

Well, probably no-one noticed.



"Hey Derek", says Hot Girl.  "Did you have a nice nap?"

"TARIK", I say.  "Yeah."

Hot Girl says, “Yeah, I wanted to wake you up. But Eddy said you looked like you were happy, so..”  Eddy’s like the skater dude.

"Uh, did I miss anything?"

"Next class is gonna be on the lawn, in the Quad", she says.  "We're finally gonna start practicing for life sketching."

Oh man.  Practicing always means more work, shit.  "That sounds like a lot of work", I say.

"Well, Eddy's really looking forward to it", she says.  "I would have thought you'd be into it..."

Huh.  Eddy seems like a cool guy. Maybe it's not so bad?  "Uh, what is it?”, I say.

“You really don’t know, do you?”  I shrug.  “It’s where you sketch a model – you know, nude?”

Whoa.

“Really?”, I say.

“Yeah”, she says.  “It’ll be weird sketching this time.  I’ve been the model a few times before…”  Well duh.  I mean, Hot Girl.  “…but I’ve never drawn one.  Have you?”, she says. “Have you drawn a model?”

“Uh, no”, I say.  Nude, huh.

"Oh, you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous", I say.  "Are YOU nervous?"

“Me? Oh sweetie. You could do me”, she says.  “Right now.”

“Here?”, I say.  Cause like, there’s a lot of the class still here, and stuff…

“Why not?”, she says.  “I’m easy.  I mean, I’ve done it a lot.”

“Okay”, I say.  Why not?

“…okay”, she says.  “I have never done it quite like this.”

"Me neither”, I say.

“Wow. You certainly have a big…”

“Yes.  I do”, I say.  She is very observant. HA!

“…sketchbook”, she says.  “You’re actually going to draw, aren’t you…..Ohhhhkaayyyyyy then.  Shall I pose? ... Oh, Mister Man, what’s that up there?”

“It’s not that big”, I say.

She stops posing and looks at me.  "Really...where you from, Der- uh, Tarik?", she says.

"Sunset Valley", I say.

"Spring break, here I come", she says.

Then like, she starts posing again, and I start to kind of zone out on this drawing thing... and then it starts getting kind of chilly, so I like, put my clothes back on, cause, shrinkage, wrong.

“I could use a drink after that”, Hot Girl says. “Want to go to the Grotto?”

Hot Girl, drinks, Grotto, what could go wrong?

Yeah.

It’s still afternoon, so no bartender, it’s like DIY.  Hot Girl hops up on the barstool.  “I’ll have a skinnyrita”, she says.

I open the fridge.  “There’s, uh, hard lemon whatsit and brew.”

“I’d like something hard”, she says.

I get one for each of us, and then I sit down.

“Right”, she says, and she like downs it.  “Sweetie, are you gay?”

“No”, I say. “Are YOU?”

“Sometimes”, she says.  “Not today. Not. Today.”, she says it again.  

“Okay”, I say.  I have another drink. Ugh.  Not today. That's what Bree said. And we still haven’t tried out that new bed.

Hot Girl like, hops up off the stool.  “Let’s go up to the roof”, she says.  “We’re gonna try this sketching thing again.  My turn.  Bring the drinks."

Roof sounds good.

“Man, there’s a great view”, I say, and then

….whoa. GREAT VIEW.

“My turn to sketch you”, she says. “…oops.”  She walks closer.  “I seem to have forgotten my sketchbook.”

“Good”, I say.