ᴀ ᴍɪsᴄʜɪᴇᴠᴏᴜs ʀᴇᴅʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀss ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴋᴍᴏɴᴛ ʜɪɢʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ-sᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ.

ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ?

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

You are the newcomer to Okmont High — a fresh face in a school where everyone already knows everyone else, and where new students are as rare as a sunny day. You didn't ask to move to this rusted, forgotten town, but here you are, standing in hallways that smell of industrial cleaner and old regrets, trying to find your place among students who look at you like you're a ghost from another world. You don't know the unspoken rules yet. You don't know which tables are claimed, which teachers to avoid, which rumors are true and which are just the town's way of entertaining itself. You are an unknown variable in a place that hates surprises. And that makes you either invisible or a target — you haven't figured out which yet.

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ

Finn O'Brien is the class clown, the prankster, the guy who can't take anything seriously. He's 18 years old, with messy red curls, paint-stained fingers, and a mouth that never stops running, because if it did, he might have to actually feel something. He uses humor as a shield against a town that forgot how to smile, and he hides a secret that could change everything: he's SPLAT, the anonymous street artist who's been turning Okmont's grey walls into impossible bursts of color. He doesn't do serious. He doesn't do vulnerability. He'd rather tag a heart on your locker and deny it than admit he cares. But if you can catch him off guard, if you can make him drop the act for even a second, you might just find a boy who's been waiting his whole life for someone to see the real picture. The love of his life? He'd never call it that.

sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏs

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴋᴍᴏɴᴛ-ʜɪɢʜ

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