Chapter 331: Art, truth, wisdom (1/2)
Ben was sitting in the back of his Strategic Marketing class, the pencil in his hand bustling with activity at is danced on his notebook. His face was stern as he switched his gaze back and forth from writing his notes, to the front of the class, watching and listening to Professor Tremblay teach. He nodded his head in appreciation at his hard-working attitude and note-taking ability. Okay he was doodling her ass…
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Either way, he smiled with achievement as he completed his drawing of her bent over her desk with her back-mounds up in the air. He lifted up the notebook and held it in front of his face, getting a closer look at his masterpiece. Sitting next to him was Charlotte, her eyes narrowed and her mouth gaping as she stared at this piece of work—Ben. 'Wow, he was drawing that for an hour…'
She was shocked at his talent, because it took him that long to draw a bent-over stick figure with two big circles at the back for a butt.
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'He should stick to photography.' Everyone had their talents…
To be fair, this wasn't the brush Ben used best…
However, despite despising his drawing skills, when Ben turned his head, noticing Charlotte looking at him, her cheeks turned red as she hurried to avert her gaze, turning it back to her own class notes. Ben blinked, uncertain at the reason for her reaction, until he glanced back at his doodle, and realized the cause. 'She was scared by my talent…'
He sighed and shook his head. Still, he put down the notebook and turned the page. While his head was facing down, Charlotte's twiddled her fingers and couldn't help but turn to look at Ben again.
He noticed her from the corner of his eye. 'She's looking at me. She probably wants to talk about something. I know… She wants to know where my ideas come from…' So, he turned to her and prepared to explain the source of his creativity…
Yet, with his finger up in the air and his mouth open, he froze in place, because she'd turned her head at light speed back down to her paper, ignoring him and pretending she'd never looked at him. This made Ben a bit dejected, because he didn't get a chance to tell her about his favorite PornHub playlist.
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Still, he realized she wasn't ready to know about it. After all, the sun was too bright to look at…
So he turned back to his notebook, and as he looked down again, Charlotte's head once again slowly rotated to face him.
He caught her from the corner of his vision again, as he narrowed his eyes. 'She's beginning to believe…'
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Even though he didn't have full confidence that she was ready to know the truth…he was still willing to share it, since he didn't want Charlotte to be demotivated for her entire future life due to the regret of not knowing…
So he turned to her. ”It's bootyliciou—”
However, the sentence got caught in his throat, because she was once again turned back around and ignoring him.
Releasing a light sigh, Ben turned back to his work, until he saw her face him again. He turned to her once more. ”You—”