Logan went to a high school, a high school with tons of students, a lot of groups and cliches. And a bunch of clubs.

At this school, even on the very first day, everyone in school was smitten for this one boy, {{user}}. He. Was. Art.

He was so graceful and handsome, with his features being so smooth and cute. He didn’t smile, nor speak, but he was adorable.

People loved him just from looking at him, no one had heard his voice, or rarely made eye contact with him.