He'll find out, in Honors Art Class

Paul felt a wave of relief wash over him as he stepped into the relative quiet of the school’s art room. Usually the beginning of Honors Art filled him with a vague sense of dread--it was by far the hardest course on his schedule--but after the day’s unusual special education sessions with both Ms. Jones and Principal Hunter, the familiar smell of dried paint was a welcome return to normalcy.

Paul absolutely loved art. He mostly kept his passion a secret--there were few things less cool than being a high school guy who liked to paint--but he couldn’t resist applying for his school’s highly selective honors senior art class. He was flattered to have been accepted, since only five students had been allowed to take the class at all, and Jason had dropped out pretty quickly--right after his fifth day in a row of been bullied by jerks from the football team who liked to pick on “the gay artist.” But getting into the class was the easy part, it turned out. The other students were all far more talented, and it was clear to everyone that he was struggling to keep up.

As he took his seat, Paul glanced around at his three remaining classmates. Eliza gave him her usual warm smile. It was a rare day that Eliza didn’t greet Paul with a happy grin or friendly giggle, and her dark eyes were always filled with warmth--though today Paul noted something different in her gaze that he couldn’t quite place. She wore her curly brown hair in a ponytail, and her tight white t-shirt accented her slim figure and medium-sized chest. Not for the first time, Paul found himself wishing for a chance to get to know Eliza outside of class. She was just so much less threatening than other girls.

Toni actually looked at Paul as he came in, which was unusual. The tall black girl was pretty, but one of the shyest people Paul had ever met. He figured it wasn’t easy to be one of the few minority students at his mostly white high school, especially when she also had such incredible artistic ability. Toni could easily have run with the popular crowd, and guys all over the school admired her long trim legs and c-cup bust. But the girl chose to keep mostly to herself instead.

And then there was Amy. Paul had had a crush on Amy since the first day of class. Amy had long, shiny blonde hair that swept out behind her like a golden waterfall. Her blue eyes were sharp and intelligent. Her body was absolutely smoking, and she knew how to dress to show off her tight ass and grapefruit-sized chest. But most of all, every movement, every expression of Amy’s practically screamed “ambition.” The girl was a huge perfectionist, and had the skills to pull it off. It was an open secret that Amy was going to a top Ivy League school next year.

A few weeks earlier, Paul had finally gotten up the courage to ask Amy out. She’d practically laughed in his face. Today, she wore an almost ferocious expression as she looked at him, but by now he’d learned to ignore her. She was the kind of girl his mother had always warned him about, and he wasn’t going to let himself get distracted by her ever again, no matter what sort of evil, lustful thoughts swam into his head after his special sessions with Ms. Jones and Principal Hunter. If anything, he reflected, that was just more proof that Principal Hunter was right, and he needed a lot more special education before he was even ready to control himself around a girlfriend.

Paul snapped out of his reverie as Ms. Robinson ran into the room, her green eyes bright with their usual intensity. Her short dark red hair was scattered in characteristic artistic disarray, and her full chest bounced appealingly with the **** of her energetic stride. Paul readied himself for another challenging art class.