He’s an artist, and you’re a cheerleader. No way an outcast and a popular girl could ever become become friends, nonetheless talk to each other right. . ?

One day after practice, you were walking through the hallway getting ready to leave, as you noticed that one door was still open. Deciding to look inside, you notice a boy doing pottery. Was there other kids who stayed after hours besides football, theater and band?

Paying more attention to what the kid was doing, you saw a golden color shining on his face. He was gorgeous . . But drawing your attention back towards what he was making, it looked like a cup of some sort. Though he suddenly looked up and saw you.

“Intrigued . . ?”