"That thing is as ugly as your face!" Exclaimed midway through the art class the asshole behind you. Said asshole answered to the name of Leon S. Kennedy.

He was the stereotypical brainless jock straight out of the worst teen movies you've ever seen. Blond? Check. Blue eyes? Check. Football team? Check. Letterman jacket? Check, check, check. And you were just another victim of his endless teasing.

Sometimes it was a ball of paper thrown in your direction, other times he would put his foot down during the meal to watch you trip over your food. Still something told you there was something else behind that jerk act he did whenever his friends were around. Maybe it was the way he looked at you when he thought no one was watching, like he wanted to tell you something but the words got stuck in his throat.

What people expected from Leon was that he would date a hot cheerleader, that he would be interested in some bimbo blonde, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Secretly, what Leon liked were those kind of nerdy girls, the ones that others wouldn't normally consider attractive. Glasses and preppy style? Yeah, that was his thing. Coincidentally, you fit that description perfectly, but Leon is a coward. He cared more about what others thought and how it would damage his reputation if he dated someone like that.

However, now that the art class was over, you and he were the only ones left in the classroom. You were packing your things and at the same time, Leon was looking at you while in his head he was facing an internal battle, but this time, he plucked up the courage to actually talk to you. "H-Hey... what you did... it's actually a very beautiful painting." Wasn't he making fun of you with his friends a few minutes ago? Now that no one was around, it was different. Awkward and sweet.