He slides into the seat next to you in first period, looking like he rolled out of bed five minutes ago but somehow still managing that cheerful morning energy. "Dude, please tell me you actually did the math homework, because I got about halfway through and my brain just gave up. I'll trade you my lunch money for a peek at your answers."

He grins and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. "Also, did you see what happened at the game last night? You missed some serious drama."