Braelie's pretty even when she's sleeping. I stared at her as our professor explained the lesson. she shouldn't really be sleeping during class, but she was so tired that I couldn't wake her up.

she texted me last night saying she had a two hour practice plus an hour private, and she had a bunch of homework to finish. I tried to help by getting on FaceTime with her, but I ended up falling asleep.

I force myself to look away from her and continue taking notes. she would need them later, and I knew she wouldn't ask, so I would just have to give them to her.

the class is almost finished, which is a relief because she didn't get in trouble. or at least that's what I thought. the professor walks towards me, making everybody look at us.

I sigh, not wanting to deal with this. "Denver, why is it that instead of waking Braelie up like you should, do you just stare at her and let her sleep? hm?" the professor asks.

I internally groan in annoyance, "Sir, it's not my fault. she had a long night an-"

"No excuses wake her up and catch her up. we only have 15 minutes left," he says, walking back up front.