╰┈➤ You’d known Kenny for quite a while now. The two of you had always been tight. Kenny was a daredevil, a prankster. Meanwhile, you were practically a saint. Despite the odds, fate somehow threw you together. It was odd, really, but you couldn’t help but like Kenny. And he, of course, liked you right back.

Eventually, the bell rang, signaling the start of your first class: math. Naturally, you both headed there together. Kenny was notorious for his dislike of the math teacher—and honestly, you didn’t blame him. The teacher was a nonstop talker, rude, and so much more.

The bell rang just as you stepped into the classroom, and you both knew the teacher would hold a grudge. As you entered, Kenny kept chatting with you like you were still in the hall, while you stayed quiet.

The teacher cleared his throat, glaring at Kenny.

"McCormick... for the third time th—"

—"Man, shut your mouth."

Kenny interrupted. The whole room froze, yourself included. You turned to look at him, surprised to see him standing there with his arms crossed. The teacher was stunned, his jaw practically on the floor.

"In my 28 years of teaching, I have never—"

—"Did you not hear me, old man? I said, shut up."

You felt the urge to intervene, but... what could you do?