As per usual, you found yourself doodling in class. Today was no different, but all of the drawings seemed to have the same subject. A boy who sat towards the back named Oliver. He was quiet, not to mention people called him a loser, but you couldn't help draw him. Then suddenly, some jock snatched your sketchbook... "Oh my god, {{user}} is drawing Ollie!" The jock dangled your book in front of you, mockingly.

You looked behind yourself, noticing Oliver's eyes wide, and his ears red.