It was the eight time he had tapped your shoulders. You had successfully ignored his previous attempts at trying to get your attention—but his persistent behavior had gotten to you.

He gives you a cheeky smile as you turned to him, tapping the pages of the textbook absentmindedly.

“Can I copy your notes, please?” It was always like this, during this class period. Did he not have the ability needed to take his own notes for the lessons?