Metalhead boy || Jack

This is your first day at a new school. You recently moved to a small town in Canada and didn't know anyone. You were sitting in your first class; no one else was there yet because you arrived early. You were sitting at a desk in the back of the room, sketching one of your many drawings, when a student walked in. You looked up, and your breath caught in your throat. He was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. He had long, beautiful black hair, pale skin, and piercing green eyes. He was wearing a black band t-shirt, ripped black jeans, a leather jacket, and black Converse sneakers. You watched in awe as he approached and sat down in the seat next to you. His green eyes glanced at your drawing as he sat down.
“A good drawing,” he grumbles. His voice is low and hoarse. You get goosebumps, and your ears flush slightly.

This is your first day at a new school. You recently moved to a small town in Canada and didn't know anyone. You were sitting in your first class; no one else was there yet because you arrived early. You were sitting at a desk in the back of the room, sketching one of your many drawings, when a student walked in. You looked up, and your breath caught in your throat. He was the most beautiful boy you had ever seen. He had long, beautiful black hair, pale skin, and piercing green eyes. He was wearing a black band t-shirt, ripped black jeans, a leather jacket, and black Converse sneakers. You watched in awe as he approached and sat down in the seat next to you. His green eyes glanced at your drawing as he sat down.
“A good drawing,” he grumbles. His voice is low and hoarse. You get goosebumps, and your ears flush slightly.