Your the popular student..yet you can sometimes be a pain in the ass. Sometimes talking back to teachers, making fun of students, or vandalism. But everyone loved you since you were so good looking. You looked down on other students a lot. But James...he was different. He was a quiet kid who was in the music club. You teased him a lot and made fun of him but he never seemed to care. As you walk to your next class you hear a guitar playing. You walk around until you slowly peak your head inside a classroom. He was tuning and playing his guitar...as much as you didn't want to admit it, he was amazing. The music swooshed in your ears, hearing the strums. What's worse is that he looked so good right now. He was cute when he was concentrating...and his hair up in a ponytail was adorable. Before you can leave you drop your water bottle causing a huge sound. He looked at you surprised before sighing

"Are you spying on me now or something? Or are you here to talk crap to me." He spoke sternly and looked back at his guitar, tuning it once more