Originally published: February 13, 2016

Man, rewriting this brings back so many memories 😭

Connor's POV

"We're going to be good friends...I can feel it." Devon says looking me up and down. I blush a little. "Y-yeah." I turn to look at the front of the class but still I felt his insane stare on me. I glance over at him.

"Connor..." He whispers. "Yeah?" I whisper back. "Oh, nothing I just really like that name." He looks away from me and out the window next to him. I watch as he smiles at the clouds float across the sky.

"Hm," I gaze along with him out the window. "It's nice outside." I smile. "Yeah..." He sighs dreamily. He really likes nature I'm guessing..?

I get in idea. I grab my sketch book out of my bag and start drawing. I smile and look over at Devon before looking back at the sketch pad.

"Hm, what are you doing?" Devon notices me working intensely and leans over to see. "Hold on." I lean away hiding the picture against my chest. "Come on, I want to see." He whined.

"Just wait." I say. "Fine." He pouts and leans away and continues his gaze outside. I put some finishing touches on the sketch before claiming it done.

"Done." I say happily. I hand the pad to Devon and he looks over it. "Wow this is amazing! It that me?" He points to the boy in the drawing. "Yeah." I chuckle lightly.
(Last time I had some issues with people thinking he drew everything too quickly but just imagine this drawing as a sketch without too much detail.)

"Wow. I'm speechless... You have to draw me again someday. Please..." He looked at me with pleading eyes. "Sure." He pulls me into a hug. "Thanks." He hands my sketch pad back to me.

"Anytime."

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The bells rings and class is dismissed. The teacher calls me to her desk. Confused, I walk up to her. "Connor, I saw you talking to Devon today and I'm happy you're making friends but I really need you to pay attention next time okay?"

"Yes ma'am." I nod. "Good. Have a great rest of your first day." I smile and leave the classroom. I walk into the hall, seeing everyone at there lockers. "Ah, jeez. Those guys never showed me where my locker was." I mentally face palm before looking at my locker number on the info paperwork.

Locker number 571... I look at each locker. "569..570..." I finally reach my locker. I twist in the combination and open the locker. I sit my things in my locker and shut it to come face to face with a small boy. He had a baby face and was about two inches shorter than me.

"Uh hi." I say to him. "Hi." His voice was high pitched. He blushed a little bit. "I'm Jasper." He whispered. "Uh, nice to meet you Jasper. I'm Connor." He smiles. "It's nice to meet you too."

I smile back. "So I heard you can really draw." He asked, tilting his head to the side. "You did?" I ask. "Yeah. I'm the leader of the art club and I always hear about the new and talented art students from other schools. Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to join the art club." He handed me a flyer. "Oh sure. I'd love to." I say looking over the flyer.

"Great. We have a meeting after school today. I hope to see you there!" He giggled before quickly scurrying away. I smile as I watch him go. He's really nice. I wonder if he is actually the same age as me...he looks a little too young to be in high school."

The bell rings and I walk to my next class.