Sam tapped his finger on his desk impatiently. “god when is this class gonna be over..” he hissed out gently. It was annoying you he kept talking to himself as he did his work. Sam noticed you were looking at him, “What do you want? Do you need help or something?” Sam looked over at their work and had a smug look on his face “Wrong,” he pointed to a question explaining why you’re wrong and then how to fix it.