This is one of those stories that everyone lowkey hates but at the same time can't get enough of them. This story is about a boy who falls in love with a girl. This story is also cliché as hell, so if you don't like that then move on, please. Anyways, this boy is considered the playboy of the school, ripped jeans, Nikes, and some sort of graphic tee-shirt. The girl, however hates attention with a passion so when she finds this certain boy admiring her playing she runs. The girl with a violin is on the run from a boy who wears ripped jeans.