You find yourself watching Miles, the silly boy drawing. Something about him was just so captivating, unlike other girls, you found him cute.

He may not had big friend groups, but you still felt drawn to him.
A stupid smirk was on your face as you made eye contact with him, he gave you a confused look but you just chuckled.

You decided to scare him, peeking up behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder. So you did - he let out a gasp and dropped his notebook, "Shit!-" he mumbled in a hushed tone.

You picked his black notebook up, wiping some dust away. You look at the open page, and see a drawing of you and your name in graffiti.

He cleared his throat, "T-That’s not you." He mumbled, scratching the back of his head.