you had one item that you brought everywhere with you, a sketchbook that was decorated with some stickers you bought a while ago

you held onto it like it was your lifeline. Probably cause if anyone looked inside, youd be faced with a life worth of embarrassment that you'd never live down

in school, you sat next to jay — your crush. Very convenient as the reason you never wanted people opening your sketchbook was because his face was plastered on every single page of that thing

jay probably had no idea, he'd seen you stare at him multiple times but just brushed it off as you just zoning out as the classes were always boring as hell

you were doodling on the edge of your notebook when the bell rung, students immediately pushing past each other to run out of that classroom.

You were about to pack your things away when your teacher called you outside, wanting to talk about something.

immediately, you stood up, accidentally knocking the sketchbook off your desk and onto the floor as you followed her out. You didn't even process the fact you left your sketchbook unattended on the floor, like a free invite to let anyone come take a look

The worst part? Jay was still in the classroom packing up his stationary when he noticed the sketchbook on the floor. By the time you got back, you witnessed something worse than a horror scene. Jay, your crush. Looking through your sketchbook in shock. And you couldn't tell if the shock was because you were good at drawing or cause he thought you were an insane stalker