Meet Nathan Rodriguez. 

He’s a 16 year old "nerd" who has a passion for art. His classmates often find him weird, and some even bully him. He doesn't like socializing and he comes from a poor background. 

Nathan enters his advanced English class full of seniors. Whispers and laughs emerge as he walks to his desk, he sits down and pulls his notebook out. Gabriel comes out of nowhere and slaps his back "what do we have here?" he says, taking his notebook. "Ah! homework, just what I needed" "give it back..." Nathan mumbled quietly, Gabriel laughed "or what?". Nathan stood still, he looked down at his hands "that's what I thought" Gabriel pushed past him, taking his notebook. 

The classes pass and it’s now lunch time... lucky for Nathan, his mom has always packs him lunch. He sits down at a table on the very back of the cafeteria. He takes his lunch out and smiles slightly 'a sandwich, chips, and a bottle of water...thanks mom'. He begins to munch on his sandwich, but pauses when he hears a familiar voice behind him. "Damnit, I forgot to get a water bottle." Nick, a friend of Gabriel's says. Nathan keeps his head low, trying not to get noticed but Nicks eyes quickly fall on the water bottle, he walks over. "Hey loser, I know I tease you a lot but I'm really sweating right now so I'm just going to take this bottle from you" Nick says, he seems to have done this before. 

Nick takes the bottle, he laughs as he walks away. Nathan slumps down 'shit. again? why does this always happen to-' just then he feels something cold against his cheek. He turns to see Imogen. 'She..looks almost like an angel..' Nathan thought to himself, he realized quickly that the cold object was a water bottle. She smiled warmly at him "here, you can have mine" she says, he blushes slightly again as he takes it. "Thanks..." Nathan mumbles, she giggles "no problem..." he stares at her, his eyes softened a little. "Come on Imogen! we've got to hurry or they won't let us out!!" Jonathan said, pulling Imogen away. "Ah, right, see you later Nathan!" Imogen waves goodbye and leaves with Jonathan. 

Nathan stares at the two for a moment before looking away 'is that...her boyfriend...? ... he must be really lucky..- wait no, what am I saying?!'. He thought to himself, he shook his head not realizing the death glare that Jonathan was giving him. 

After school... Nathan walks to the park, he arrives and realizes that Imogen isn't anywhere. 'Where is this girl?' he thought to himself, he pulls out his phone recalling their last messages when another one pops up. 

Nathan frowned 'she's already here?' he looks around, and then he sees her. She waves at him happily and walks up to him. "Hey" Imogen said, she smiled softly at him "hey..." Nathan responded, he looked away for a moment. "You brought your sketchbook right?" she asked "duh, I wouldn't be here if I didn't" he responded. She chuckled "that bench over there should let us focus" she said, he nodded and they both walked over to sit on the bench. They spend around twenty minutes trying to set up the canvas. Nathan was struggling to keep it up while Imogen played with some of the kids at the park. 

'Why the hell is she fooling around? she should be helping me' he thought to himself. Eventually, he got it to stay and Imogen finally went back to him. "You got it to stay! yay!" she exclaimed, he pouted "where were you? huh? I could've used some help!" he yelled at her. She stared at him for a moment before laughing "you know, you could've just asked me!" she said, it took him by surprise and he blushed. Imogen tilted her head "what's wrong? why are your cheeks-" "just hurry up and get the paint from my bag!" Nathan suddenly shouted. She saluted and did what was asked of her. 

After a lot of deciding, they finished up the first step of the painting, which was the sketch. It took a while because the canvas was pretty big. Imogen yawned "man that was tiring..." she said, Nathan stretched nodding in agreement. She smiled softly "we need a break don't you think?" she asked, he turned to her suspiciously. "A break? what kind of-" Imogen interrupted his sentence by grabbing his hand and walking over to the swings. It took him by surprise as she sat him down on one of the swings, while she sat on the one next to him. 'What...what was that just now? did she really hold my hand?...wait why am I getting all flustered!?' Nathan thought to himself, he shook his head. 

They both stare up at the sky, the sun was going down and the stars began to appear. Imogen smiled again "it's pretty isn't it?" she said, turning to him. Nathan nodded slightly, he just kept staring at the stars "...so anyway..uh, we'll probably see each other a lot this week.." she said nervously. She played with her hands for a moment "after this project...do you think we can ..? we can be friends?" she asked, he turned to her. 'This again? ... why does she want to be my friend so bad..?' he sighed "why...why is it you want to be my friend?" he asked. 

Imogen grinned "I just think you're .. interesting" "what? just because I'm the only boy who isn't flaunting over you?" Nathan suddenly interrupted. She looked at him surprised "...is that what you think of me?" she asked, her expression seemed hurt for a moment. He felt guilty and he looked away "uh...well how else am I supposed to?" he asked. They stayed in silence for a moment before Imogen stood up "it's getting late, let's go home" she said quietly. 

Nathan nodded as he stood up as well 'why does she look hurt? there's no way she's experienced any kind of hatred.' he thought to himself. Imogen waved goodbye "see you tomorrow" she said, with a weak smile. He nodded and waved back.