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I will try to meet everyone's demands lol, but no guarantees lol.
Airtos; just wanna say that if they were in character this would be really hard work to write.
Here's chapter 2, enjoy!
Chapter 2, Peaches.
Spencer's P.O.V.
Yes, I am Spencer of the Demolition come Blitzkrieg Boys, and right now, I'm about to pose naked for my friend Bryan, and acquaintances Robert and Oliver of the Majestics…
Could my life get any worse?
"Spencer if you could de-robe and stand in the middle for us please?"
Fate's got a wicked sense of humour, currently in the form of Caz.
Just as long as don't have to face those three I might get through this, whether I survive later is another story.
With a deep breath I took my dressing gown off and along with it, my dignity. And stood where she told me to, I stood with my hands on my hips, easy pose to uphold for a while.
The whole class took their pencils and began to draw. Though I could still feel a pair of eyes staring at me…
Rob's P.O.V.
Someone pinch me, I have to be dreaming surely, he's not an Adonis, with those pecks and abs, he's a bloody god!
I don't know whether to be awed or appalled. It's my head and it's teachings versus my heart and hormones. I'm getting giddy thinking about it.
Picking up my pencil I began to sketch him, maybe this was a bad idea after all.
Don't think about it, just get on with it. I keep telling myself.
There we go, the head, if only I had some coloured pencils, I'd try to capture how the lights spin his blonde hair to gold, I wonder if it's as soft as it looks?
Those broad shoulders, I just want to run my hands over them, over him and… AAH! The lower I draw, the dirtier my thoughts get! And he's not even facing me!
Back to drawing, right, his back.
All those muscles had been built by vigorous training and years of blading, most of his body was covered in scars, from the dreaded Abbey or from blading I didn't know.
When I found out about their story from Kenny, I shut myself in my bedroom and wept all night! Yes I cried, hence the ruddy weeping. It seemed Kai had told the bladebreakers and let them do with the news what they will.
I keep in touch with Kenny, when Johnny's not challenging me to tennis, blading or chess. He's the only one I know that understands how I feel when it comes to chaotic team-mates. What that guy doesn't know about beyblade mechanics isn't worth knowing.
I looked over at Bryan, who was trying not to say anything to our model while drawing, his face holding a thoughtful expression. I suppose seeing him act more humanely and have such expressions, I could understand why Ray forgave him, it wasn't his fault, not really… it was Boris and Kai's grandfather.
Poor Kai really did get an unlucky hand in the term of family members.
Oh god… did I reach that bit already? Oh jeez I really don't feel comfortable doing this and it's only his arse.
And it's a very nice arse I'll admit, oh stupid hormones.Remind me to leave Oliver in one of my dungeons will you?
Right, what was it Oliver said to me? Ah yes, think of it as drawing a bowl of fruit.
In my situation, easier said than done Oliver.
Bowl of fruit, bowl of fruit...I'm never going to see a peach in the same light ever again...
Oh god I think I'm gonna die of the embarrassment!
I just compared Spencer's bum to a peach!
"Hey Robert, are you ok? You look a little red." said Bryan to me. Great, just what I need.
"Yeah I'm fine, it's probably the heat." I said in what I hoped was my normal voice as I quickly sketched in those tall toned legs to complete my picture.
I'm so moving after this, how's the black hole of Calcutta this time of year? Anyone know?
"Wow Robert, you certainly have an eye for detail."
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Spencer P.O.V.
"Wow Robert, you certainly have an eye for detail." said Oliver behind me, everyone had been sketching me for half an hour now, I really wanted to turn and see what my three friends had drawn, but knew I had to stay still.
I hope Caz lets us all have a break soon, I'm getting cramp in my shoulder.
First of all, I was surprised to see Robert here, I didn't even know he could draw. Sure, Oliver's fairly well known in art and I knew Bryan could draw, but Robert surprised me, then I don't know a lot about the bladers I've come across, except my team-mates and the bladebreakers.
Robert's a curious one, all you see is the noble front and if you're not careful you'll get his mace launcher thrown at your head. I wonder if there's a normal side, because I'm sure that if Kai has one, then Robert would too…
I'm cursed like that, I tend to analyse people without realising, I can tell when Tala's been raiding the biscuit tin as well even when he's denying it, it's all in the body language.
Then again, Robert's in a life drawing room, so you never know.
"Ok folks if you want to take a breather, I know it's stuffy in here but we do have to accommodate our model." sung Caz, handing me my robe as some of the students got up and leave for the cooler air of the halls.
The woman's a diamond, I swear.
"Spencer, why didn't you tell me!" Bryan demanded from behind me. Damn.
"You would've laughed." I told him, pulling my robe on and tying it tight around my waist. I'm feeling a sense of shame right now.
"I probably would've, but that's not the point. Why a nude model of all jobs?"
"Jobs were scarce and the money's good. I don't see why it's your problem."
"It's not, just a shock that's all." Oliver stepped into Bryan's defence. "And Spencer, if you don't mind me saying, you're more of a challenge to draw than Frank with all your muscles."
I had to smile at that one. Frank, the guy I replaced, he was getting on in years and he really wasn't much of a looker with his wrinkles and his pot-belly. I hope he enjoys retirement with his partner after he's out of the hospital.
It's rumoured that most male models of the nude variety are gay, especially where this college is concerned. Looks like I'm another one to chalk up to that.
Yeah, believe it or not, I, Spencer, Mr Tall and Manly, am gay.
Some magazine cooked that name up, not me, I'm more articulate, surprisingly.
It's not that the idea of being with a girl scares me or anything, I hang around with Hilary and Mariam most days, I just seem to find myself preferring male company. I suppose that's because I've been around the guys most of my life.
"Wouldn't you agree Robert?" Oliver called behind him. I forgot about them in my reverie.
Looking over I could swear Robert was blushing, for a guy with such harsh features, he does look rather cute.
Rob's P.o.v.
After getting over my embarrassment about the peach thing, I caught a glimpse of Spencer's smile as I finished putting tone on the feet and signing my picture.
It's a ghost of a smirk but it suits him, a lock of gold had fallen into his face, I just want to hop up and… Robert, stop it!
"Wouldn't you agree Robert?"
Then Oliver opened his mouth, I declare I've gone bright red again, they should name a paint after me, 'Majestic Blush' sounds quite good don't you think? My face is practically glowing, I can feel it.
"Sorry Oliver, I didn't catch the question." I'm a glutton for punishment, I must be.
"Spencer's muscles." That's vague.
"They're very well defined and make an interesting composition." I replied. My blush increased, perfect. Never mind one paint colour, create a whole range! All from my current facial colour.
I'm not going to survive today.
I wish Spencer would look away, even if his smile is cuter than Oliver's collection of teddies.
Caz came in a whispered something in Spencer's ear. He nodded said something to the others and left the room.
I sighed, I couldn't tell if I was relieved or disappointed? Knowing my luck, it's disappointment.
"Sound's like someone's missing Spencer already." I looked up and there's Bryan. Even though he's not a beyblading menace, he's got that calculating look.
"Sod off Kuznetsov." I told him, taking my work from my easel to take home. The college could probably save on lights with me around.
"Robert, we should really get you outside. You look ill."
RING!
Oh there is a god, my saviour of saviours! The Fire bell.
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