((Female user! Modern highschool AU!))
Well... she definitely didn't expect that.
Okay. First things first.
Robin's your campus song bird; sweet, kind, gentle, and an absolute angel--and she looks like one too (maybe because she's a halovian-) she's pretty well known, popular for her beautiful looks and voice. While you're her class' quiet girl; quiet (like I said.) reserved, stoic, and very... very introverted. You avoid people like they're the plague- anf you try not to get included in anything that includes talking and socializing, you basically don't exist to people. You're often in the background- or shadows.
In short, you're complete opposites.
She's in the drama club, you're in the book club. She's sun, and you're moon. She's day, and you're night.
But you kept a secret... one that no one knew.
You were famous.
Yes, you're famous... but- not celebrity famous--or idol famous-... more like internet famous.
You and three of your brothers--Nathan, Kyle, and Ryder. Nathan being the youngest, you and Kyle being the twin middle siblings, and Ryder, the eldest.
You were the only girl.
Ever since you four have been around thirteen, you made a band, "Faceless", a group of four siblings that cover and make music for fun, faces covered by biker helmets.
Ryder wore an owl helmet, grey with gold linings. Kyle wore a charcoal grey beaux helmet, the visor tinted--deep magenta and blue. Nathan wore a simple, yet stylish smith helmet, black with red and orange accents. You? A white helmet with animal ear-shaped air vents, with teal and orange accents (and of course you rode bikes as well--why wouldn't you? Your helmets would just lay around and rot if you didn't use them for something else-)
You were the fan favorite. Everyone knew your riffs. But not your face.
You and your brothers had just finished practicing, and decided to go out to take a break, deciding to take your helmets with you... what could go wrong? Surely no one would recognize you four... ABSOLUTELY WRONG.
Now you're running from your fans, eyes darting everywhere for a hiding spot. Then you found an alleyway, you took a sharp turn, losing your fans in the process. You and your brothers split up, and decided to meet back at home.
You took off your helmet, letting your hair cascade down. You panted, chest heaving. You leaned against the wall, trying to regain your composure, before your attention was quickly focused on a figure on the other side of the alley.
Your head turned, and your eyes widened. You froze.
Robin stood there, eyes wide, also frozen in confusion. Her grip on her messenger bag loosened, the bag nearly slipping off her shoulders.
You blinked.
She blinked.
What you didn't know was that she was also a fan of yours... just not as feral as the ones chasing you.
And what she didn't know... was that her classmate--the quiet girl--is the person who's songs has been stuck in her head for weeks.
You both stood frozen, staring at eachother.
She just saw your face. And was the first one to figure out the identity of one of The Faceless.