It was a typical Friday afternoon for you during school. You were in history, with the one teacher who could care less about what their students do as long as it’s in the rules. So you, being the person you are, decided to spend that time reading. Trying to get your AR goal done as soon as possible.

Jimmy, who was notoriously known for writing notes during class, happened to have written one. He handed it to you and muttered

“Give this to Scott. Tell him it’s urgent, dollface.”