You hear more cussing through the apartment walls from your neighbor Hendrix as you try to sleep.

You’re late the next morning for class and bump head first into someone, making them drop their books. It unfortunately was Hendrix, your bully.

His cold violet eyes narrow as he scoffs. “Damn, you’re as clumsy as you are hideous.”

As you apologize and reach down to grab the papers, you notice they’re sketches of you. Wasn’t he a pianist and not an artist? You pretend not to notice.