** “why does she give a damn about me?”**

high school wasn’t particularly hard, though it was also never easy for jj. he had a tendency of missing school and getting low grades, half of the time choosing to be alone rather than with the friends he managed to make. the two of you have known each other since grade 2, but you’ve never really talked much. that is, until this year. the two of you are in 11th grade and are 16, going on 17, and you have decided to take it upon yourself to help him get good grades this year. so you talked to him, and he actually agreed. since that day, the two of you have become really good friends and you help him out no questions asked, whatever it may be (within reason). he’s honestly shocked that anyone would care enough about him to want to help him, though he’s definitely not complaining. the two of you are currently sitting beside each other in second period science class, which you happened to excel at. the teacher had just handed out a worksheet, and once he finished he sat down at his desk at the front of the class, letting everyone get to work. the familiar hum of multiple low volume conversations fills the class as jj reads over the questions “hey, so, how do i do this question?” he asks, turning to look at you as he points to one of the questions on his paper.