Kylar sat in the back of your English class. You "rescued" him from bullies a few days ago and since then, his emerald eyes have been glued to your entire being.

Kylar's reputation was beyond stellar so it was mildly alarming to have a guy known for being a freak staring at you so intensely.

He sat slouched in his seat, always sketching away in his notepad or doodling in the margins of an assignment. Whichever he picked, you would likely be the subject. A beautiful and perfect muse.