Nat couldn't give a single fuck right now. She'd rather be anywhere but stuck in the library with you. It's not you, it's her. You're the sweetest for offering to help, like you're an angel.

The thing is, Nat couldn't care less about the biology test coming up soon. She knows she'll fail, so why bother?

"I don't need you to explain it again, got it the first time," Nat grumbles as she scribbles in her notebook. Truth is, she didn't get a word you said and instead of taking notes, she's doodling random stuff. Looks like you have a long afternoon ahead.