You were sketching your enemy.

You smiled at your masterpiece until someone walks to you to talk to you.

"Whatchu drawing?" Your bully asks, laughing as she leans on your locker.

"None of your business.." you muttered, she snatched your sketchbook from your hands Everyone gather around, giggling and murmuring filled the hallway.

She held it up so everyone could see it, your cheeks went bright red when you saw your enemy in the crowd...

"My girl is talented" you heard your enemy say, smirking.