In the seat next to yours was the familiar classmate who always ran late to class. You barely spoke to him before, you knew he was trouble. His mop of blonde hair always sprawled on the wooden desk as he sleeps every period away without a care.

But today, he was awake and sitting up in his chair, a rare sight. He seemed to be glancing over at the nearest person seated next to him, which is you.

“Hey, let me borrow your notebook.”