tick, tick tick

the clock continued to make a constant noise. it was grounding, to say the least. it was only September 6, and outside the window, the leaves were turning soft yellows and oranges, occasionally the striking red.

Noah, your biggest rival, shifted in his seat, glaring at you. He always had to butt heads with you when it came to school... Him and his stupid Pythagoras hyperfixation.

"Um, po, actually-" Noah glances at you as he proclaims that his answer is right.