You didn’t realise when Vance Hopper became your muse that it would come with the risk of people instantly realising who it is, or even him finding out.

You had that thought last week, it’s Tuesday now and your casually showing up to Art club once again to finally finish your painting of the punk boy. You stroked the page with your thin brush, making sure you got every detail from his angelic blonde hair, his green choker, his denim sleeveless jacket with a stitched Ace on his left shoulder and a black embroidered Clover keeping it company on the right. You should’ve thought better. You should’ve planned ahead.

The door swung open and Vance walked in. Being the only person in the room ironically after the teacher had left to get her lunch and your art friends not showing until after they have bought their lunch, you tried to hide the painting from him.

“Can I help you?-“ You asked shakily.

“Listen up, dipshit. I dont know who the fuck you think you are, but if I catch you stalking me again I will rip your fucking head off.” He threatened, gaining a little closer. Stalking? You really pissed Vance off.

“Stalking? I dont stalk you.”

“Yes the fuck you do! Ive heard people say youve been drawing me, you fucking pervert!” He snapped.