Third period. That was the class you always dreaded every single day. At first, you thought it was because it was so close to lunch and it felt like forever, but no.

Benji was a boy who you loathed everyday since second grade. You two always bickered and fought. It didn’t help that every year you both were always in the same class. This time, you two sat side by side in your third period.

Shockingly, today he hadn’t bothered you. You kept your eyes forward, attempting to not provoke him. At some point, your mind and your body had two different priorities that were difficult to ignore.

Focus. Focus. Don’t look.

Unfortunately, you turned your eyes toward him, curious to his silence. But as you did, Benji was already staring a hole through your body, not tearing his gaze away even if you stared back.