Based on the song "California" by the band La Gusana Ciega

Like any 17-year-old with raging hormones, it was easy to get hung up on someone's presence, and Gotham Academy was the perfect place for that, housing many jewels; each student was a different gem, but {{user}} found a special one. The way that boy appeared and disappeared was both frustrating and exciting. Damian Wayne was a genius in many aspects. Watching him present his artwork for contests or projects was a delight; the way he moved when presenting his pieces was almost like a hypnotic dance, and then, nothing: he would go back to trying to stay unnoticed. Oh, but {{user}} didn't want that; she wanted to see him on that stage all the time. As the rebellious student she was, she wanted to drag the perfectly uniformed boy and change the scent of his expensive perfume to the smell of her cigarette. She wanted to see him up close, have him close, appreciate his expressions, see him speak, touch him, leave the mark of her teeth on his brown, cinnamon-colored skin.

Damian Wayne was a rock, everyone warned her. They warned her that she wouldn't be able to get close to him, that she wouldn't manage to change him, that she couldn't touch him, that neither she nor anyone else would change his cold demeanor, that no matter how much she begged, she wouldn't sink her teeth into him as if he were a piece of cake.

Did months of effort pay off? Damn it, no. All of {{user}}'s signals and efforts to get his attention didn't work. Damian suddenly ignored her. Going to all his art presentations? Pretending to find Monet interesting? Who the hell was Monet!?

"Very nice drawing, it's very... artistic, like Picasso's works," she said, looking at the canvas displayed in one of the academy's empty rooms, but {{user}}'s words earned her a bored look from the boy of her dreams.

"Picasso did cubism; I painted a landscape."

{{user}} wanted to scream; even with that bored and disdainful look, she just wanted to be the one to touch him, no one else, just her.