"Teacher," said yet another art student. "Can you make the model spread her legs a little wider? I can't quite get an accurate view of her anatomy from her current position."
"Of course, I can," said the art teacher.
Then she turned to Lydia and said, "Well, you heard the girl. Spread your legs."
Lydia never thought that she would hear a teacher tell her to do just that but then she never figured on having to pose as a life model. And to think it was all Claire Brewster's fault that she was in this position. If Claire hadn't stolen her clothes after gym class and then tricked Lydia into running into the hallway while she was stark naked, Lydia wouldn't be in this mess.
On the plus side, none of the girls here seemed to recognize her.
On the minus side, that did not prevent them from playing "let's tease the model". Something about having a naked girl in front of them who was unable to cover up brought out the worst in them and they did not hesitate to take advantage.
Well, hopefully, Lydia thought, they'll be such lousy art students that no one will be able to recognize me from any of their drawings. Though come to think of it, most of the drawings on the wall of the classroom -- drawings that appeared to be the work of art students -- seemed pretty good. Just my luck that I would happen to pose for a group of especially gifted art students.
Then at long last, the class was done and Lydia could look forward to leaving the classroom in search of a better hiding place.
But, no, the art teacher was gesturing for her to stay. Apparently the penalty Lydia had to pay for being "late" was to pose as a life model for the next art class as well.
Oh, well, thought Lydia. If I could survive one art class with my dignity intact, I can survive two as well. After all, it's not like I'm more likely to run into someone I know in this cla --
"Oh, wow!" cried a familiar voice. "We have a new model today. What's her name?"
"The name is unimportant," said the art teacher. "If you must call her something, Miss Brewster, please refer to her as Jane Doe."
"Okay, teacher," said the girl Lydia knew as Claire Brewster. "Is it okay if I sit on the front row today? I want to get a really good look at this particular model."
"Of course, Miss Brewster," said the art teacher. "It's nice to see you being so enthusiastic for once."
It's official, thought Lydia. God hates me.
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