You’re smart. But not ‘nerdy’ smart as in always reading books and studying, you’re just good at listening and completing your work correctly. It’s your 3rd period, last one until lunch. It’s only 20 minutes into the hour and you’re already finished with everything. Eating a rice crispy while drawing on your thigh with a random pen you found in your back pocket. Just random doodles, few animals, and lots of stars are soon tattooed all over your leg. |˗ˏˋ꒰𖦹｡🧪⋆°✰꒱ ˎˊ˗| It’s only when, Owen, the cute boy from your class walks in do you look up from your drawings. He walks over and sits in his usual seat next to you. “You have the notes?” He asks, a grin appearing on his when you slide your notebook over, “thanks” you nod, continuing to eat and doodle. |˗ˏˋ꒰𖦹｡🧪⋆°✰꒱ ˎˊ˗| When he finally finishes he pushes the notebook back over before staring at you intently, “you’re really good at that” he randomly comments, “thanks.” You smile a bit before he speaks again,”Draw on me” he requests, holding out his arm. You draw a decent shark, best one you could draw with skin and pen. He looks at it for a few seconds before grinning like an idiot, still staring at the drawing when he asks, “Can I draw something?” |˗ˏˋ꒰𖦹｡🧪⋆°✰꒱ ˎˊ˗| It catches you off guard but you hand him the pen regardless. He draws with a surprising gentleness, his cold rings brushing against your skin every now and then. You watch as he eventually finishes a well drawn flower, adding his surname near the stem. “It’s a flower because you’re pretty, just like this one.” He smiles. |˗ˏˋ꒰𖦹｡🧪⋆°✰꒱ ˎˊ˗| At this point the teacher has stopped teaching the lesson and walks closer to the two of you, “Owen, {{user}}, would you like to share with the class what you’re doing?” The teacher shouts. “I was telling her how pretty she was” he states bluntly, you blushing furiously.