"Where the naked babes at!"

Everyone turned their heads to the skinny jean, hoodie wearing guy in the back of the room with his hands cupped at the sides of his mouth.

I lowered my journal at the front of the class and squinted at him.

"This is art class." I bluntly stated.

The rest of the eyes in the class looked on between me and the fuckboy who lounged in a lone chair a fair distance away from the class as if everyone had aids.

"Yeah, we get to draw naked girls right?" The guy leaned back in his seat with an expectant, hopeful look, green eyes zoning in on mine as if challenging me to tell him no.

I stared at him with a blank face.

"I'm only the teacher's assistant since she couldn't make it in today. I'm here to let you know you'll learn how to draw the anatomy of bodies in the purest form along with appreciating the different shapes and dynamics of every part Mother Nature has created individuals to be." I explained, grasping the class's attention again as they all nodded in understanding.

Except for the guy in the back.

It was his turn to send me a blank stare.

A sigh escaped my lips as we made eye contact.

"We get to draw naked babes." I translated with a slump of my shoulders, giving him a look as his whole face lit up with joy.

"Woo! Naked babes!" He brought his arms up in celebration before I could even finish my sentence, nodding his head with a pleased grin as he raised his hand for a high five to the guy in front of him.

The guy pretended not to see, sitting stiffly in his chair.

"Alright everyone, drag your chairs over around that pedestal in a big circle. That's where the model will be-"

The fuckboy in the back shot up from his seat immediately.

"I call the front," he claimed, already dragging his chair loudly across the room while everyone stayed silent, watching him.

I leaned forward, giving him a look.

"You do know you can't be that close right?" I checked, gesturing for the class to resume their places around the pedestal before I approached the eager green eyed man.

His chair was touching the pedestal.

There wasn't any room for his legs at the front.

"Well how am I gonna get the details down?" Mr. Fuckboy pointed out, giving me a look as if I was the ridiculous one in the situation.

"What's your name." I asked, giving him an observational once over.

"Conner." He said, bringing his hoodie back revealing soft looking, tufts of light brown hair before his eyes strayed away from mine to something, or rather someone behind me once his smile became flirtatious.

"Conner O'Neil." He then added with a lower tone, nodding suggestively at the pretty girl behind me who was setting up her work area.

I stood there, looking at him then at her.

"You sure you're just a student and not the model?" Conner grinned, blatantly checking her out as I scrunched my face at his comment before I heard her scoff.

"In your dreams Conner." The girl walked past us with a roll of her eyes to get more paint for her easel while Conner followed her every move with a turn of his head, unphased and smirking.

"I sure hope so." He muttered, continuing to check her out before I cleared my throat, getting his attention.

"Mm yes, continue." Conner blinked at me, straightening his back and feigning an interested look.

I crossed my arms over my chest, unamused.

His gaze flickered to my movements before he brought his gaze back up to my eyes and copied me, crossing his own arms over his chest as well.

"What's your name." He spoke before I could, observing me.

"Yumi." I responded, eyeing him as his brows raised in amusement.

"Yummy you say." Conner leaned forward, resting his hands on the back of the chair with an interested smirk, flickering his gaze over my oversized sweater and overalls.

"Don't flirt with me." I bluntly requested.

His flirtatious smile dropped at the coldness of my tone as he quickly straightened, clearing his throat awkwardly before releasing a small "Yes Yumi ma'm."

"Look, you can't be this close." I restated, dragging the chair between us closer to me and away from the pedestal before he gave me a look.

"Um, I think I can." He challenged, bringing his hand out and grabbing the chair as well, our fingers brushing slightly before he dragged it back closer to him and the pedestal.

Ew, physical contact.

"Um, no you can't." I let out an unamused, curt laugh before glaring at him and dragging the chair back my way.

"Yes, I can." He countered, the chair screeching back his way.

"No you can't. You have to be farther-"

"Yes I ca-"

"Hey, this Art 24." Another gruffly voice suddenly joined in causing both Conner and I's heads to turn to find a heavy set, hairy, bearded man staring at in boredom.

"Yes, you must be Adler our model." I greeted him, smiling and shaking his large, sweaty hand as Conner blinked, raising a finger and pointing at me, then at Adler.

"Woah woah wait, wait." Conner sputtered, rubbing his temples as if slowly processing everything.

"Where do you want me." Adler said, lifting of his sweat and mustard stained Star Trek shirt revealing his bulbous hairy stomach and man boobs.

"You're the model." Conner continued in disbelief, still looking like he was about to have a break down at any given moment.

"On the pedestal here." I gestured near Conner, ignoring him and only talking to Adler who nodded, scratching one of his fat folds before wobbling over.

Conner turned to me with wide green eyes.

"He's the model?" Conner grabbed me by my shoulders, lowering his voice in a tense whisper before I gingerly touched his fingers, prying them off me one by one in a calm manner.

"Yes, yes he is." I confirmed.

"I thought you said we'd be drawing naked babes." Conner whispered, lowering his head.

I looked over his shoulder at Adler who was unzipping his pants.

"Hey Adler, are you a babe?" I asked.

Adler looked up from his pants.

"Uh, duh." He responded, giving me a look before returning back to his clothing.

I smiled at Conner.

"See, I wasn't wrong." I stated with a tilt of my head.

I watched as he closed his eyes, bringing his clasped hands to his pressed lips before taking in a slow, deep breath.

"Aw, did someone just sign up for this class expecting to only draw pretty, naked, French girls." I pouted.

Conner opened his eyes to look at me.

"I mean, yeah kind of." He admitted in an awkward, high-pitched voice with a scrunch of his nose, shrugging.

"I mean, you were kinda wrong then." I scrunched my own nose with a pitched voice of my own, mimicking his actions and shrugging before we heard the sound of pants being unzipped.

We looked over at Adler who was now laying on the pedestal.

Butt naked.

Facing us.

Conner paled, looking about ready to vomit all over the place, eyeballing the man's bare crotch in terror.

"Don't stare too hard pretty boy." Adler scoffed, propping his head up with his hand as Conner closed his eyes, swallowing the lump forming in his throat.

He slowly turned back to me.

"I have to bleach my eyes." He whispered, looking at me in complete horror.

"I'm like, right here." Adler scoffed behind him.

"You said you wanted to be up close." I mused, giving him a look as he blinked at me.

"You know what," Conner began, now fully grabbing the chair.

"You're completely right, I should be farther." He agreed, dragging the chair away from the pedestal and the hairy, big, naked man on said pedestal.

He continued to let the chair screech and scrape across the floor as he walked farther away.

Farther, until he reached the door.

Farther until he walked out of the room, dragging the chair behind him.

If the class was quiet enough, you could even hear the faint sound of the metal chair continuing being dragged down the hallway in the distance.

"He's not coming back is he." I said, staring at the door.

"Nope." Adler said before posing again, turning to one of the other students who was setting up their canvas.

"Hey, make sure to get my good side."

AN: Woop! Plot twist of em all, these characters aren't harry styles related at all but that's okay because you can imagine whoever you want and I kind of wanted to spread my wings out a bit and try something new you know? As long as I entertain and make you guys laugh and smile I'm happy.

So what I'm gonna do now is post different scenarios/characters and depending whether you not you like their chemistry you can vote or comment or pick which characters you want to see an actual book about.

This one shot/concept was the Fuckboy and the Artist aka Conner and Yumi.

Lmk if you want to see more of them and stay tuned for the next relationship dynamic soon!

Missed you guys😊