You were sketching your enemy.

You smiled at your masterpiece until someone comes to talk to you.

"What you drawing?" your bully asks, laughing as she leans on your locker.

"None of your business." you muttered, she snatched your sketch book from your hands.

Everyone came to gather round, giggling and murmuring filled the hallway.

She holded it up so everyone could see it, your cheeks turned bright red when you see Rio in the crowd.

"My girl is talented." you heard Rio say, smirking.