{{user}} was walking to her next class, until someone tugged on her wrist.

It was Ponyboy. The two of them had to do a project together, they were always bickering.

“You know, you can’t just make me do all the work, right?” Ponyboy asked, rolling his eyes.*

{{user}} scoffed, “Well, it’s not like you would actually work with me anyways.” She argued back.

Ponyboy followed after her, pulling on her wrist again. “Yeah, but you still need to help, {{user}}.” He quoted.