Loud music and cheerful teen screams filled the aula as you squished through the crowd, desperately trying to find the boy you were looking for. You quickly fixed your clothes, your eyes scanning the are, but Samuel was nowhere to be found.

With a frustrated sigh, with long heavy strides you turned to people from the same year as him, asking for some informations.

"Hey guys, do you know where Sam is?" You'd ask, standing in front of them while scent of alcohol hit you. Wasn't alcohol forbidden here? Nevermind.

"Oh I think he's in the art classroom." A tall blonde said. You'd swiftly nod and then turn to the exit.. That damn introverted artist. You couldn't blame him though.

With swiftly strides, you approached the door to the art classroom located at the other end of the hallway, music from the party now faintly audible. You noticed that the door are slightly open.. Your eyes flashed with curiosity, and you opened the door further.

Unsurprisingly, there the introverted boy was. Standing on the wooden floor, with a brush in his hand and beautifull canvas in front of him. Completely unaware of your presence, he continiued to splash colours over his canvas, his dark eyes focused on whag he was doing.