Just another boring day in History class, Ronan thought... Utterly boring. He reached into his pencil case beneath his desk. But instead of feeling what SHOULD be his pencil, he felt nothing.

Shit. He forgot his pencil back at the English room. Well, he couldn't just get up and go get it. Mr. Roberts was strict as hell. So, he only had one option left.

“Hey, uhh...” Silence. “Y-you got a spare pen l could borrow...?” Ronan muttered to you. He hoped that you had one left.

He couldn't be desribed as a 'well-prepared' student, but at least he carried something with him to every class. And compared to you, you might as well be an angel to a delinquent like him.