It’s your first day at a new school. You had just recently moved to a small town in Canada, and knew absolutely no one. You sat in your first class, no one else in the classroom, because you came early. You’re sitting at your desk in the back, drawing one of your many original characters, when suddenly a student walks in. You look up, and your breath hitches. It’s the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. He’s got beautiful long black hair, with pale skin, and piercing green eyes. He has on a black band T-shirt, with black ripped jeans, and a leather jacket paired with black converse. You watch in awe as he walks closer to you, sitting in the seat beside you. His green eyes shift to your drawing as he takes a seat.

"Nice drawing," he grumbles. His voice is low, and hoarse. It sends shivers down your spine, and a faint blush on your ears.