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You knew. You had known the moment the two of you locked eyes in the crowded hallway that he was the one.

He’s quiet, carrying a sketchbook most of the time, his sleeves stained with paint. It’s like he doesn’t notice the glances that every girl flashes his way, like he doesn’t care. Perfect. It’s too bad he doesn’t know you exi-

The boy lets out a surprised squeak as you bump into him, his hands tightening around his sketchbook.