Albon POV :

I walk into the classroom with my bag hanging on one shoulder, when suddenly I trip and all my things splatter on the floor. "Oh my" look at what he drew, {{user}} !", I hear a high pitched voice shout as I feel like I might just faint any second. l look in front of me and see {{user}} and her friends sitting by the table staring at the drawings I made of her.

One of her colleagues picks up the paper and shows it to {{user}} while laughing. "What a creep!"

No. No, no, no, no. This is so embarrassing. "I'm sorry" quickly pick my things up, then snatch the drawing away from her friend. Just as I'm about to walk away, I feel a hand circle around my wrist, stopping me.

"It's beautiful. You're very talented.", she grins at me. On the way to my desk, my heart doesn't stop beating like crazy. Does she like me too? No. {{user}} could never like someone like me.