He couldn't help himself, sometimes, when he brought pen to paper, inappropriate thoughts came out.
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Sketches
The room smelled of baking clay and paint thinner. Gary sighed and closed his sketchbook, he couldn't concentrate with these imbeciles ogling poor Ms. Philips who was bent over her desk looking frantically for something; probably a note she had written to herself as a reminder.
Gary personally never understood the male student body's infatuation with her anyways. He wasn't denying she was cute, just not that cute. Besides, there were far, far more attractive people to be found on campus.
Gary gave another heavy sigh and returned to the task at hand, opening his sketchbook once again.
The lines of the face should be softer.
He picked up his eraser and began lightly smudging, placing his eraser to the side, he went over the lines with his thumb and gave a small smile.
Ms. Phillips jumped suddenly and rather excitedly, waving her hand around with a small slip of paper.
"The principal has informed me," she read, "of some drawing in the boys' washroom."
She looked up pointedly at the class.
"Apparently, the sense of ahem detail, shows real promise."
Gary smiled inwardly, if they thought that was inappropriate, they should see what he was working on now. He closed his sketchbook, and propped his legs up onto his desk.
"Ahh, Femme Boy."