Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Plus, I agreed to do this, and I can’t spend half the lesson chasing after him while he’s being a whiny fucking baby. If he wants to be a dick and bail, that’s on him.
What is his deal with me?
Until Miles, there’s been exactly one person in my life who dislikes me for no reason—my father. Miles hates me for no reason too, but the difference with Miles is I’m fairly certain he hates everyone, maybe even himself.
“Please continue, Mr. Armstrong,” Professor Reger says, and I have no choice but to strip out of the robe I’m in, which feels like a bad B movie, and climb onto the platform where I’m supposed to model naked for the class.
I do as the professor says, lying in various positions while they start with what she calls warm-up sessions focusing on body parts. I’ve been naked around a lot of people in my life, but this feels different. I don’t mind being exposed, but it’s interesting being studied this way, knowing that people are focusing on random parts of my body to sketch.
Once they’re done warming up, I get into position, lying on my back, one hand on my hip, my soft cock lying in a trimmed nest of dark hair.
Poor Miles. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.
Professor Reger rambles to the class, about lighting and detail, yada, yada. I don’t know. I’m not an artist, so my brain doesn’t really work that way. I’m only here because I saw a flyer in the student center about the art class looking for a model. I’ve never done any modeling, but you only live once, so I signed up and here I am, lying naked in front of ten people—nine now, since Angry-Ass Miles left. Is he seriously going to ditch or swap classes just so he doesn’t have to look at me in my birthday suit?
This is the same guy who tried to start a fight with me last spring, then helped me get home safely a week later. Was he mad at me that he’d gone out of his way to be a normal fucking guy when he’d helped me home?
Huh. And I’m still thinking about him, which is a disturbing development. I do my best to put Miles out of my head, though I’m not sure how successful I am.
While I like the idea of having a lot of eyes on me, nothing about the process is sexual, and honestly, it’s boring. Eventually, Professor Reger calls class, and I pull on my robe before heading into the bathroom off the art room to get dressed.
Afterward I go straight to my Community Health Nursing class, which is one of my favorites. I’ve always wanted to be an RN, though I’ve also tossed around the idea of getting my NP. As a kid, I was obsessed with pretending to bandage injuries, check Mom’s temperature, and listen to her heartbeat. She must’ve assumed I’d want to be a doctor, if she even thought about things like that before she passed, but I was never drawn in that direction. There is something special about nurses. That’s the care I want to give.
When class is over, I return to my apartment. Last year I stayed at the Alpha Theta Mu house, but I got an apartment for the summer. My place is mostly packed up because I’ll be moving back next week when my lease is over. It’s going to be different being there. Most of the guys I got closest with all graduated last year. Technically, I should have too, but when I transferred to Peach State, several of my credits didn’t transfer over, so I’m here for another year, taking a couple of classes.
Still, though, Leo’s always a good time. He’s infamous for an Alpha Theta Mu prank involving his family hog, lavender-scented togas, and a bunch of naked Sigma Alphas running around their house. My kind of prank, really. This legendary prank, along with being a pretty cool guy, is what I’m sure helped him win his bid for president this year. And I’ve also been spending quite a bit of time with Andy, who lives at Alpha Theta Mu house.
I’m opening the door when my cell rings. Tugging it out of my pocket, I see it’s Cedric, and I immediately smile that my brother is calling. I moved to Peach State to be closer to him, but he graduated two years ago. He spent the summer working with our father, preparing to take his place as prince of the commercial real estate empire our father built, which is partly why I stayed here with the guys. Spending time with my father makes me feel like shit, and I do everything in my power not to feel that way. It’s kinda my thing.