Not as much as he should have.

K-T simply filled out his name and signed the two forms, the modeling contract and release form. He had struck gold with this and it would be the easiest grade he'd get this year. The principal had already signed the forms, so there was no way they would back out on this.

"Alright, I'll put those in your file. Please come here tomorrow before your first class to receive your schedule." explained the secretary. K-T was happy to hear that, having a new schedule meant that they would probably make him model in front of another class than his own. He wouldn't have to do this in front of people that knew him and often tried to bully him by sabotaging his clothes.

"Oh, and in the future if you are wearing clothes this dirty at school you might receive a punishment, we will ignore it this time since it obviously happened during class, but be warned." She told him as he left.

K-T was happy to have skipped punishment here, but he wonder what about this situation could make her smile so much. Could people really like paperwork so much?

After class, K-T took on himself to use some of his meager savings and most of his free time to go buy a pack of brand new underwear. He had to buy tighty whiteys, because they were the cheapest and he could get a pack of three for the price of a single boxer. With his last ones gone and the prospect of standing for hours in front of people wearing them, he wanted to wear some nice clean new ones rather than something he'd find at home forgotten in a corner or hidden at the bottom of a laundry hamper.

The clothes from the day were a write off as far as school was concerned. He'd keep them at home for emergencies, but he knew that the paint would leave marks even after a wash and that his mom wouldn't let him go to school wearing them.

He spent the best part of the evening making an inventory of his clothes and it wasn't for nothing. He had found the pants of a track suit from a few years ago that were a bit small but still fit him as long as he didn't mind his ankle showing. The other find was an unintentionally suggestive promotional t-shirt for a meat processing company advertising sausages and meatballs. It had the merit of being almost new, clean and long enough that if god forbid he ended yet again bottomless it could cover him decently, but the quality of the fabric wasn't really good. That with his new underwear, socks without holes (a rare find and they even matched) and his good pair of sneakers would form the best outfit he had for school in a while.

The next day, showered and dressed, he made his way to school and went to the secretary's desk for his schedule, he tried to find which one of his classes had been replaced with his modeling session, but something was weird.