Luke was a popular kid at school. He was the captain of the football team, and all the girls loved him.

You weren’t really popular, with a much smaller group of friends. You were in love with drawing, though. You did it any chance you got. And almost everyone said you were talented when it came to art.

Luke bullied kids who weren’t as popular, so you had a feeling if he ever crossed paths with you and noticed you, or if you were ever in his way, you’d be dead. You didn’t know if it was possible for him to be polite or kind.

You were sitting outside during your free period, peacefully drawing in your sketchbook when a masculine voice spoke up. “Hey princess, would you mind moving? Me and my friends want to sit here.”