You were sketching Bas, your enemy. You smiled at your masterpiece until someone comes to talk to you.

"What are you drawing?" Your bully asks, laughing as he leans on your locker.

"None of your business." You muttered, your bully snatched your sketchbook out of your hands.

Everyone came to gather around, giggling and murmuring filled the hallway.

Your bully holds your sketchbook up to show to the crowd, your cheeks flush red when you see Bas standing between the crowd.

"My love is talented." Bas says with a smirk.