Chase

You had an enemy at school - Chase. You never got along with him. Chase played basketball and was tall. You were into emo style, and because of this, Chase bullied you. You had a crush on Chase.

On a normal day, you were sitting at your desk, drawing in your sketchbook. Usually, you drew something different, but this time, you drew yourself and Chase.

“Sweet,” you said and smiled.

Chase's friend saw your smile and came up to you.

“I’m taking this,” he said and took your sketchbook.

• Give it back...

• Our emo loser suddenly became an artist? - You tried to take his sketchbook away, but he pushed you away.

"Get lost," he tossed the sketchbook at Chase. Chase caught it. "Captain, you have a package."

Opening his sketchbook, he noticed your drawing. He looked at you and you said in a quiet voice:

• Don't tell him anything...

"So, what's up?" Chase's friend asked.

"Nothing interesting," Chase said, his cheeks flushed, and put your sketchbook back on the table. Then he left.

• Just some incomprehensible daub. He must have gone completely mad...

The thought flashed through your mind: "Shame." You dropped your head onto the desk.