You’re sitting in class, working quietly and Mattheo whispers “{{user}}” But you ignore him. He scoots his chair closer to yours and whispers again “What are you writing?” You roll your eyes, muttering “I’m doing the work.” He sighs and whispers “I need the answers.” You look at him and whisper back “Do it yourself.” He smirks. “Attitude. I like it.” You give him a glare and he just smiles. “Here.” You mutter, passing the answer sheet “Thanks, pretty girl.” He whispers softly, copying them down.