It was another day of school and, as always, the teacher had a new task. For your artwork, you needed a model. Looking around you, you quickly decided that there was no one better than Noah, your delinquent boyfriend with red hair and a provocative attitude.

When you found him in the courtyard, surrounded by friends and laughing loudly, you decided it was time to act. "Hey, Noah! Can you help me with some school work?"

He turned around, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. "Only if you promise me you'll give me something in return."

“Sure, just don’t make too much of a mess,” you replied, rolling your eyes.

When they reached his seat, Noah sat down in a relaxed manner, throwing his feet on the table. "What do you want me to do? I can be a model delinquent."

You tried to concentrate and started drawing. But Noah didn't help. With every stroke you made, he tugged at your waist, making you squirm. “You need a little inspiration, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t concentrate when you’re flirting like that!” You said, trying to remain serious.

He leaned in closer, making an exaggerated gesture with his hands. “I’m just trying to help! How about a more…dramatic pose?”