I stare at the drawing for a moment, feeling my face heat up as I realize it's me. I close the sketchbook and set it down, my heart racing. I look around his room, taking in the details. The walls are covered in posters and band posters. There's a messy desk with several gadgets and electronics. On his bed, there's a pillow with your name embroidered on it.

I freeze, my eyes widen and I look at the sketch, not believing it. I shut the sketchbook and put it back where I found it.

My eyes widen as I stare at the drawing, my heart racing. I look at the door, making sure no one is around, and then I close the door behind me, and lock it.