Hundreds of voices rang in his ears. His dirty blonde hair flew to the side,due to the wind. His slender hands moved it back. He wore a gray shirt and a plaid black and white jacket to cover it,in addition he also wore blue skinny jeans and red vans. He dressed in style but to himself he was an outsider and misunderstood. Any girl would fall for a boy like him,nice figure,style,good attitude. Girls in high school were probably the most dangerous people you'd meet in your life. It seemed as if all they craved was attention and boys. Boys replied in the same way,only craving girls,and well,sex. Finn Wesley wasn't like most boys. He looked at the world in a different angle and his main focus was school and art. If you were to look into his backpack,you would find a notepad and a pencil,maybe even paint. He looked from side to side as if he was looking for someone. But he wasn't,he was simply looking for more ideasof what to draw. Everyone considered him their friend,by his good looks people would say 'There no way that kid can't be popular!'. Finn would ignore them,he didn't care about he wanted was to define the world with his artistic talents. "Finn my man!" cried out a ufamiliar looking boy slapping him on the back. Finn looked at him. His green eyes didn't show intrest. "Hey." he replied walking toward the school building. "How've you been?". "Same old same old" he said walking faster. The jock followed him and paused waiting for Finn to say more. Finn focused his eyes on the school. "Ok fine whatevs. I was just wondering if you wanted to come to a totally cool party. All these smoking hot girls will be there,even college girls!" said the boy expecting Finn to turn around and say 'Yeahh,dude! I will totally come! I love college girls and their huge tits!'. Finn turned his head and gave him a unamused look. "No thanks" he replied softly. The jock frowned. "Dude,what the fucks wrong with you? This is a huge obbortunity to hook up with some girls and have that one night stand you've wanted!" "Do I even know you?" asked Finn turning his head away and back onto the school. "Of course you do man. Well..maybe not...but everyone knows you! Everyone loves you!". Finn walked ahead,ignoring him. As he got into the school he turned around to notice the boy hadn't followed him. 'Good reddiance' he thought to himself. He walked over to his bottom locker right by the door. Most people would choose for their locker to be away from their door,but Finn decided he wanted it right by the door that way he could get to it quick and leave quick,so he had more time for art. As a senior you were aloud to choose any locker you wanted. He put away his backpack and grabbed out his binder,art folder,and notepad. He looked at his watch. 7:45 school wouldn't start until 8:35. He had plenty of time to catch up on his artwork. He walked outside and looked around,seeking a place to sit down and draw. He noticed a small tree,shading the area around it. 'That'll do' he thought to himself as he walked toward it. He sat down under it and crossed his legs,pulling out the notepad . 'Now what to draw' he thought to himself looking around. Suddenly a beautiful sound hit his ears. A strumming of a guitar,it sounded more of a song as he listened more. He scratched his head,reconizing the song from somewhere on the radio. Secrets! That was the name of the song,but where was the sound coming from? He looked around and noticed a pale girl with long black hair,a white tank top,black pants and a white belt playing a guitar. She also wore a gray beanie. He watched her fingers move among the strings,she was pretty good at it. He looked down at his paper and then the girl. She wasn't frowning,or smiling. She seemed focused,she had a determined look on her face,inspiring him to draw. He grabbed his pencil and slipped it into his left hand and began to draw her carefully. He looked up a few times,to keep a fresh memory of her in his head,so he could continue later. He smiled as he drew the guitar,he had never really had drawn one before,but he was intrested by the texture of it,and how her fingers moved to different spaces as she played. The girl finally looked up,her baby blue eyes showing. She gave him a quick look realizing he was watching her. She shook her head,grabbed her guitar and walked off. He frowned missing the music. Her image was still luckly trapped inside her head. He began to draw more adding more details to her clothing and body.
It seemed it had only been a few minutes before the bell rang. Finn got up and put his stuff together. The girl's clear image stayed into his head. He walked into the school people looking at him yelling like crazed fans. 'Finn!' They cried. 'I love you!' 'Have my baby'. He stared down at the ground ashamed. Most people would call him the luckiest boy in the world,but to him it was a curse. He walked into what he called his santuary. Art class. The smell of old paint,and new. It didn't matter,he just knew it was home. He looked around and sat in the front excited for another day. He looked at the clock. 8:30. He still had 5 minutes,so he took out the notepad and drew more,adding shading. The teacher walked past him. "Oh Finn how lovely,another masterpeice in the making I take it." he looked up at her and give her a quick nod. "More like orignal" The teacher looked at it more carefully. "Hey,I've seen that girl around school before,is she your girlfriend." He shook his head in a 'no'. "I just saw her playing her guitar out in the quad,it intrested me,so i drew this." Finn replied still drawing. The teacher smiled. "I think you should show it to her." Finn shrugged. "Maybe." Finn was never the social type,he let his art speak for himself. "Its up to you" she said with a quick smile. "I know" Finn replied dully. The teacher walked off knowing he didn't want to talk. Finn began to draw more thinking only of the girl and her guitar