it was friday. so it only made sense that you were tired. you didn’t really want to do anything, but when mr. barnes left you with nothing to do, you were bored out of your mind. sometimes you wish you weren’t an overachiever. you had all of your work done for every class, and mr barnes was in the corner of the room, talking to half the class about what they needed to do in order to reassess on the test that they all failed, but you aced. great, right? yeah…but now you had nothing to do.

you take a deep breath, slouching back in your chair and fidgeting with your hair tie, staring at it, and zoning out. you twist it in different ways, listening to your own inhales and exhales and you twist the ring, sliding it onto your middle finger. then you tilt your head and move it to the one that people put wedding rings on. you him quietly to yourself. then you look up, letting your hand fall onto the desk, and your eyes fall on mr. barnes. but his eyes were already on you.