You hurried down the crowded hall, your nose buried in your sketchbook as you worked on a quick doodle. She turned the corner and—smack!—collided with Jake, the school’s heartthrob.

Your books and sketchpad tumbled to the floor. Flustered, you dropped your knees to gather all of your things, avoiding Jake’s surprised gaze.

“Hey! are you blind?” Jake asked, frowning at you.

You waved your hands desperately, signaling an apology, but Jake wasn’t having it. “What, you can’t even talk now?”

Tears stung your eyes as you shook your head and motioned again, pressing your hands together as if begging him to forgive the mistake.

“Whatever,” Jake muttered, turning away. “Just stay out of my way.”