Y/N's POV:

It was just a normal day in my math class and I was bored out of my skull. Math wasn't my strongest subject and I struggled with it severely.

"Please turn to page 57 of your textbook," Mr. Larson instructed. "We're going to be discussing the quadratic formula."

Everyone in the class frowned and reluctantly opened their textbooks, including myself. As Mr. Larson droned on about complicated equations, I quietly placed my sketchbook on my desk and quickly glanced around the classroom to find something to draw.

I felt my eyes lock on a boy who sat diagonally from me. It was Johnny Cade. Without thinking, I placed my pencil on my sketchbook and began to sketch out his delicate features.

When I had finished, my eyes widened when I realized what I had done.

Crap! What do I do now? I thought to myself. I can't let ANYONE know that I drew him. I'll be made fun of for life!

Mr. Larson suddenly took a phone call and said to the class, "I have to leave the classroom for a few minutes. Please behave while I'm gone."

He left.

Before I got the chance to put away my sketchbook, Bob Sheldon snatched it out of my hands. My face went pale as he studied my drawing and snickered at it.

"Check it out!" Bob announced to the class. "Y/n the Loser drew the greaser boy, Cade. What a stalker!"

I reached for my sketchbook, but Bob kept it out of my reach as he showed everyone the drawing. All my classmates laughed, while Johnny's entire face flushed. He was bright red.

"Give it back, Bob," I mumbled.

"Why?" Bob retorted. "It's not my fault you're a big creep. Plus, why would you even like the greaser boy?"

I lowered my face and refused to let any tears spill. I wasn't going to let Bob get his way.

"Give it back to her, Sheldon," a small voice commanded. I looked up and saw Johnny facing Bob with a stern look in his eye. "It's not yours, so it's none of your business."

I could tell that Johnny was uneasy about approaching Bob. I felt bad that he had to stand up to Bob for me.

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" Bob snapped.

"I'll make sure you regret it," Johnny replied. He took out his switchblade, earning gasps from the other classmates.

"Ha! You couldn't kill me even if your life depended on it!" Bob scoffed.

Johnny grabbed Bob's wrist and placed his switchblade against Bob's neck. "Give it back to y/n."

Bob finally cracked and handed the sketchbook to Johnny. Johnny then walked towards me with a shy expression and returned it to me.

"H-here's your sketchbook b-back," Johnny stuttered.

"Thank you," I smiled. "I'm so sorry about what happened. I-I didn't mean to embarrass you at all! I don't know what I was thinking."

"I-I don't mind," Johnny said softly. "I-I think it's a good drawing. C-can I keep it?"

My face turned a shade of pink as I handed him the drawing. "Sure thing! I'm so glad that you're not mad at me."

"I would never be mad at you, y/n!" Johnny assured. "You're so p-pretty and kind, and I would never forgive myself if I hurt you."

"You... think I'm pretty?" I blushed.

"I-I-I'm sorry!"

I pecked his cheek. "Don't be. I like you too."

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I hope you guys liked my first one shot! I know it's not the best, but I enjoyed writing it 🙂