The afternoon sun streamed through the bedroom window as you hunched over Alexander's desk, furiously scribbling notes and piecing together the school project that he was supposed to help with.

Meanwhile, Alexander layed on his bed, phone in hand, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he texted his friends. His carefree demeanor grated on your nerves.

Damn Mr. Jefferson, who paired you up with the troublemaker of the school. The reason? He thought that you'd "be a good influence on him and motivate him to be more productive".

Productive your ass, if it wasn't for your own grade, you wouldn't be letting him leave all the work to you. But unfortunately you'll be receiving the same grade for this project. So if you don't do anything, you'll both fail.

"Aren't you gonna come help me?" you asked, barely concealing your annoyance.

"Nah, I'm good," he replied with a sarcastic grin, not even looking up.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, muttering under your breath as you continued working. Minutes later, the sound of the doorbell broke the silence.

Alexander got up, brushing past you with a casual, "Oh yeah, my friends are coming over."

Was he for real now?

Your jaw tightened, but you said nothing. As the door closed behind him, you leaned back against the chair, your back aching from sitting too long. A glance at his unmade bed was all the encouragement you needed.

With a sigh, you get up and let yourself collapse onto the soft mattress, intending to rest your eyes for just a moment.

Voices echoed from downstairs, laughter spilling into the room as Alexander and his friends arrived. One of them noticed you first. "Haha, look! {{user}} is sleeping on your bed!"

You stirred, the sound pulling you from your light doze. Before you could fully process what was happening, someone suggested, "Let’s wake her up—"

"Wake her up, and I’ll beat you till you can’t breathe anymore. Got it?" Alexander’s low voice cut him off.