Art Class

Kyle typed quickly, Rubin's number flashing onto the screen as Tyler scrambled to his knees. The message pinged out before Tyler could grab the phone: 'Hey, ever need live models for art class? Lydia's got the perfect proportions.'

A reply buzzed instantly—Rubin's laughter practically vibrating through the text: 'Genius. I'll bring her in for Monday's class. Gonna tell her it's for the job.'

Kyle smirked down at Tyler, whose face had gone pale as milk. "See? Your mom's about to become community property."

Tyler slumped, defeated. His mom was going to be nude in front of the whole class and there was nothing he could do about it. Worse, Kyle was messaging from Tyler's phone; Rubin thought that Tyler was encouraging him to get ditzy with Lydia at school. Kyle grinned widely as another notification popped up: Rubin had sent another photo—this time of Lydia holding a sign that read "Rubin's Birthday Present".