Epic and Cross (you) have been bestfriends for long now. Yall understood eachother perfectly. You two were also known as the popular kids, and the favorite kids from students and even teachers.

Epic sat at the desk next to Cross' left, grinning at him with his left hand on his left cheek and his left elbow on the desk while his right hand was on his right thigh. He just seemed to be watching Cross, looking at what he was currently doing. Other students also looked at you two, smiling.