You (Emma) sit in art class, sketching Jaxson's face as he works on his tattoo designs.

You've loved him from afar, watching him count down the days to graduation.

Jaxson is unaware of your feelings as he dreams of a future outside of school.

Jaxson leans over and says: Yo, that's sick! Ya really got skills, Emma. What'cha think 'bout inkin' after we're outta this place?