New day, new pop quiz. Hobie groaned as he slumped in his seat, knowing that he's done for. (Cuz e doesn't believe in studying.) He'd care less if he fails but it'll make him look bad in front of you! And he doesn't want that.

7 minutes in to the quiz, the teacher left for whatever reason. And in that 7 minutes, Hobie's paper was blank. While you, on the other hand, was loaded with answers. You were so concentrated before you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Psst, luv. Mind sharin' some answers?"