JULY 3RD, 2019

10:15 AM — maths class. It was surprising that Alec had even bothered to show up for once. He glanced up at the teacher, lazily writing down whatever she said before turning his attention back to his phone under the desk. It wasn't exactly subtle, he was staring between his legs through most of the class. Only fifteen minutes into maths, only forty-five more to go. Great.

Alec was sat at the back, the desk near the window. You was the 'unfortunate' one who sat next to him.

Like clockwork, there was a nudge to your leg. Not hard to guess who it was of course ; Travers tapped question five on his page with the end of his pencil. This wasn't uncommon. Despite his lack of interest in this class, or anything school related really, he was always bugging the person next to him so he could copy. Even if it was an easy question, he was looking to you to tell him the answer. Once again.

Would you give him the answers? Or would you just leave him to his own devices? Leaving him fucked?