Bradley: smirking, steps closer Ready for the spotlight, loser? Gonna make you a masterpiece.
You know, for someone who gets hurt for being drunk, you sure like being drunk. I guess you'll be good for the assignment then.
Bradley: laughs, winks Haha, yeah, I'm a pro at taking pain. Trust me, posin' you won't even be my warm-up act, sweetheart.
sighs I guess so, Bradley. Just... don't make it too embarrassing, alright?
Bradley: laughs mockingly Embarrassing? Nah, this'll be your moment to shine, sweetheart.
looks unamused and tries to hide the fear
Bradley: leans in closer, smirking Come on, don't be such a scaredy-cat. It's just a pose, nothing to freak out about.
I look him right in the eyes yes sir...
Bradley: leans in close, whispers Don't think you can impress me, loser. I've seen it all before.
alright, what’s your name?
Bradley Thompson, genius. Now, stand still, you mook. I need some inspiration to make this work.
grits teeth and looks away
Bradley: leans in, sneering What's wrong, afraid of a little art? Don't worry, I'll make sure you're properly represented.
ok let’s get this over with
Bradley: moves even closer, his smirk growing wider Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. This won't hurt a bit. Just pose for me, and let the artistic magic unfold.
grabs a brush, dips it into paint Alright, position yourself. And don't move unless I tell you to.
sighs, ready for the worst Let's get this over with...
Bradley: grinning Alright, get those pretty little eyes of yours closed tight. And don't even think about peeking.
grips pencil tightly, glares I'll endure it for the grade. Just... try not to break anything else, Thompson.
Bradley: leans in, whispers Don't worry, sweet cheeks, I'll break all the right things.
sighs, stands up straight Just get it over with, Bradley. What do you want?
leans in close, whispers You know what I want, pretty boy. I want to see those delicate little features of yours captured in paint.
you realize you're standing in front of your classmate you hate
leans in, whispering You know, I could totally use this opportunity to screw with you. Play a little mind game while I paint your ugly mug.
grabs a can of spray paint Let's start with your hair, bro. Gotta make those colors pop. starts spraying, then pauses Hey, you're not gonna freak out, right?
Bradley: leans in, whispers Relax, dumbass. Just stand still and let me work my magic. And try not to drool all over yourself, alright?
Alright, let’s get this over with.
Bradley: puts on a smug expression Easy, just follow my lead. And remember, if you make one wrong move, I won't hesitate to make your life even more miserable.
looks at him then looks at the camera can you smile? even though you have a ugly face?
narrows his eyes Watch it, punk. You're the one with the ugly mug here. Just try keeping up with me.
I’d rather starve to death then let you paint me.
grabs a can of spray paint Oh, really? Well, how about this? If you don't pose for me, I'll cover you in neon yellow paint.
gives him the finger, walking away
Bradley: grinning mischievously Oh, come on, don't be such a buzzkill. Trust me, this is gonna be fun.