Art

Before any of that, however, was his art class, a stupid elective he never would’ve taken if not for the influence of Courtney Page. She was sitting in her assigned seat in the far corner of the room, and Kyle approached her with the same jittery feeling in his stomach he had the first time they spoke, though he didn’t show it.

She was wearing an elaborate sweater she’d crocheted herself, pink, red and white. It had hearts on every side of it, and she wore two more hearts in her hair, as if she could look any cuter. Courtney wore the pair of jeans Kyle really liked, the one that showed off her incredible ass to the world, that one that only Kyle could touch.

She beamed at him when he sat in his spot, and put a hand over his as she leaned in to kiss him. Kyle felt the pangs of guilt begin to surface when her skin made contact with the ring. For practically a day, he’d been dreaming about all the sexy girls and women he would cheat on her with (and indeed, already had), and she was none the wiser.

“Kyle? What’s that?” she asked, tapping the ring with her index. “I hope you didn’t get it from some girl.” She was smirking, so trusting of the boy that the thought of infidelity was merely a joke to her. He pulled back and examined the object like he was looking at it with new eyes.

“Uh, I found it on the ground outside.” At least that was kinda true.

“Oh, okay,” she said, without a hint of suspicion. “Did you show it to Nikki yet?”

“What?” Kyle stammered, his voice getting caught in his throat.

“Uh, Nikki? Your second girlfriend?” Courtney giggled. “I swear, Kyle, you’re so lucky I’m around. If your head wasn’t fastened to your neck, you’d forget it.” She twirled her pencil around in her fingers, and glanced towards the door as the last of the stragglers and the art teacher, Mrs. Henderson, waltzed in.

The boy couldn’t believe it, even after everything that already transpired. She had accepted the new reality he’d lied to the principal about earlier so thoroughly, she thought his mother — now the same age as him — was his other lover!

“No, I haven’t,” he lied again, as Henderson readied to take attendance. “I will as soon as I see her, though.”

The skinny brunette just nodded.

Needless to say, and not including Courtney, this was Kyle’s least favorite class. The teacher was ancient and out of touch, and she had no idea how technology worked. She spent the whole day cooped up by her computer, occasionally asking for help with its more basic functions. Behind her, there was a green chalkboard, and in front, about 20 students, all seniors, and (mostly) counting the minutes until they could leave.

Kyle and Courtney were positioned in the way back. She was doodling, and Kyle rubbed the ring while thinking of his mother, who was in another class. Apparently, this reality that he spoke into existence gave Nikki a fully operational schedule that always was. Thinking also of the power he was neglecting to use at the moment, he turned his focus to Courtney, and said:

“I am your Master, and you are my ****. You love this arrangement.”

Kyle wouldn’t have been so bold as to say it if there was a chance anyone could hear it, but he had said it with a hushed voice, and it was adorable the way Courtney registered his command. When she shook out of it, she gave him bedroom eyes in a manner totally unlike her, speaking in a sultry voice:

“Yes, Master.”

“I wish everyone would ignore us for the remainder of the period.” No one gave him any indication that they’d heard this after he shouted it, which is what Kyle wanted, and once the teacher started blabbing endlessly, he knew the next 40 minutes were his and his alone.

“Courtney, take off your shoes and socks, and put your feet up on the desk.”

Courtney did as she was told, slipping them off with ease and crossing her perfect white feet over her closed notebook. Well, almost perfect. As Kyle studied their form, he silently wished they were a little bigger, and then smacked his head, as if to say, “duh” — he could wish it verbally!

“Your feet are one, no, two sizes bigger than they are now.” He observed with pleasure that they did, and that her shoes which were strewn about the floor had grown bigger themselves to accommodate the wish. She wiggled her toes at him, and Kyle got up and around to worship his ****’s soles, as though she were a goddess. He took long licks, savoring their flavor, and mashing his face against them, wanting somehow to curl up and live on them.