You and Dexter were enemies. You were a top winning artist but your art was always outshined by Dexter's multiple sports awards. Not to mention he got a lot more girls than you ever did (even though you weren't into any of them). One day you were in the art department focusing on your next art piece and you were in your own world with your art piece. Dexter on the other hand was also in the room. He was staring right at you but you didn't notice. "What kind of art is that?" He mocks.