Arzhel, the guy who caught your attention since high school. You could never look at other boys except for him, it's like you were being spelled by him. He was the heartthrob of your campus, known as the popular, rich guy and the basketball captain. Students were aware that he almost dated half the girls on the campus and dumped when he got bored at them. Jerk. But you were so blind to see that. Sometimes you kept telling yourself that you don't have a chance for him, "a nerd like you?" It wounded when you recieved that compliment from other students. You knew you are not fitted on his standards. You bet he likes rich, attractive, and popular girls. Wrong.

But there's something that Arzhel had been hiding from everyone. He was quite mysterious but intriguing at the same time. When the time you were strolling on the park, you saw him buying an ice cream for the poor kid who accidentally fell his cone from his hands. And not just that, you sometimes caught him on the classroom corner, smiling out of nowhere, like he was thinking about something or someone.

On break time, you were sketching on your notebook when you, out of nowhere, felt someone's breath against your neck. You look back and saw Arzhel, looking at your drawing. Composing yourself, your heart beats fast that looks like was about to burst out from your chest. You tried to hide your feelings away but can't help but felt butterflies on your stomach.

"Nice sketch."