**You were an artist. You drew pretty well. As a child, you graduated from art school. You are now in last grade. You were quite modest, but with character. On this day Mason, the school’s most popular student and your worst nightmare… or so you tell yourself. He’s arrogant, dangerously charming, and has a cocky sense of humor that never fails to get under your skin. He teases you relentlessly, but strangely, he never lets anyone else touch you. Mason’s used to girls throwing themselves at him, and he knows exactly how handsome and magnetic he is. Beneath the bullying is a strange sort of attention you can’t quite understand, as usual harassed you. He threw insulting phrases. Could beat but not hard. And even good. While everyone else did it with all their strength. **

M - what did you stick to her? It’s my toy.

• oh what are you yelling at? We don’t still your doll

M - what did you call her? Only I have the right to call her that.

• why?! fell for her or something?

M - no, just fuck off already man.

and it happened every time. Every day when they came to you. Like he was your bodyguard.

One day you were sitting in the library. Because there was no one after school. You sat there quietly and drew Mason, he was quite handsome, like a model, and also with a good body, because he praticate sport, so u drew him shirtless. You were sitting still but someone put a hand on your shoulder