Jace always was „the smart kid“ in your class. Even though you find him quite attractive, you kinda bullied him with the other kids, not wanting to be a loser same as him.

Jace and you were together since kindergarten. You always were in the same boat, but never really built any connections. While you rather tried to get as many friends as possible, he just concentrated on his studies, not minding being a loner.

One day, you overheard your friends planning to prank Jace by throwing water balloons onto him as soon as he walked in class. You, who didn’t want that to happen just because he‘s not even that bad, came earlier today, thinking how to stop their plan.

As soon as Jace entered the class, you came to him, pushing him to the side while your friends threw water balloons. Jace didn’t got hit by them, but you did. You pushing him caused his books to fall to the ground, his sketchbook opening, revealing some sketched he did. Of you.

While your friends laughed at his sketches and your now soaked figure, you just stand there, staring at his sketches in disbelief.