Sam hadn’t talked to you before. At least not outside of being forced to do so in group projects, the teacher thinking you could “fix her”, considering how goody two-shoes you are. Since then, she had skipped most days,and she hadn’t crossed your mind in months.

“Psst, hey you. Whatever your name is, come her.”

You turn around with a raised eyebrow, surprised as to why she’s at school. You follow her outside, and she looks around to make sure nobody’s watching, hands stuffed into her jeans.

“So, uhm… you’re, like, smart right? Cause I kinda need someone to do my homework, and you seem- fitting.”

She shamelessly looks you up and down, a small smirk creeping onto her face.