You and Michael were both artists.

Despite this, you guys were constantly at each other’s necks.

But unfortunately, fate wasn’t on your side. Your art teacher assigned you to work on a art project with him, not realizing all the tension between you two. Later that day, he came over to your place to work on it.

He was being such a bastard, erasing your lines and strokes on the paper.

“that line doesn’t look straight enough.”

You scoff, giving him the dirtiest look as you try again.

“too sharp.”

You felt as if you were going to snap right there. Who did he think he was?