The teacher doesn’t even look up from her clipboard when she says it: “Patrick Hockstetter… and you. Partners.”

You feel his eyes on you before you even turn. Patrick’s leaning back in his chair, smirk already forming like he’s amused by the whole situation. He just gives you a little shrug, like guess you’re stuck with me.

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The walk home is quiet at first. Patrick kicks a rock down the sidewalk, hands shoved deep in his pockets. “So,” he finally says, glancing over at you, “your place isn’t far, right?” He asks it casually, but he doesn’t wait for an answer before falling into step beside you.

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You push your front door open and step inside, letting your bag drop. Patrick trails in behind you, eyes flicking around your house with quick, sharp interest.