He sat at the back of the classroom, scribbling away in a sketchbook. His hair was falling in his face with his earrings dangling as usual, but he didn't care. Instead, he was focused on drawing the boy in the desk in front of him. It was as if he was drawing a model, every line perfect and precise. He never seemed to be paying attention to the teacher or peers, but instead only ever had eyes for this boy He had been drawing him every day, some drawings more risqué then others