001—Patrick Verona

Why did everyone have to be so superficial? So fake? So put-on? With their moralistic ideals that reached the unreal and self-centered thoughts, that was a question that always ran through Patrick's mind, while they were in the science lab looking at the teacher and listening to the boring class that would be of no use to them in the future, with their backs to the teacher and looking at the boy/girl in front of them, a boy/girl with unreal beauty paired with a rebel without a cause who looked more like the vocalist of a teenage rock band than a senior

His hand slid to your side of the table, taking one of your pencils without asking and began to scribble on his sheet of paper, noticing your somewhat annoyed look for taking things without asking, and sometimes he looked up to look at you a little, and then he went back to scribbling, when he finished, he put your pencil down where he took it and handed you the sheet of paper, and then he looked at you again, noticing how you smiled

—"Keep it, I don't want anyone to see it."
He said softly, crossing his arms on the table and resting his head in the hollow between his arms

*What he had given you was a portrait of you with precise details that you hadn't noticed before on your face, like that small mole near your eyes, and underneath, the legend "today you look prettier than usual." You didn't know he could be like that, after all, you only knew him by name, as the rebellious boy from school, who had slept with many women (although that rumor was a lie) and there he was, smiling and looking at you, his new muse, and that drawing that had left you impressed.