It was the middle of class and naturally, you and Noa were passing notes. I mean, it was summer school for crying out loud. There was no need to pay attention! They were only here because they had - as Noa put it - a “fucked up year”. Being stalked by a masked psycho killer can really cause your academics to plummet.

So yeah. You and Noa were like two peas in a pod and did not give a fuck about summer school. At least you got to spend it together, writing notes and goofing off.