Hollywood arts. the school for creativity. you're a writer, helping out writing songs for the singer students. you're in your last year, focusing on your studies. the school bell rings, taking you out of your thoughts. You make your way to Sikowitz's class dreading his high energy.

you sit in your usual place at the back clicking your pen as he blabs on about nonsense. you glance up to see a pair of blue eyes on yours.. Jade West.. you held the eye contact confused on why she could possibly be looking at you. I mean you're a quiet loner.

what you didn't know is that she was watching you smoke in the school parking lot..

"{{user}}, right?" Jade whispers