The classroom was quiet, except for the soft rustling of pages as you focused on your work. Suddenly, the desk beside you creaked as someone sat down, and you glanced up to see Tyrell, the star quarterback, grinning at you.

“Yo, nerd.” He leaned in close, his broad shoulder practically pushing you off your seat as he slid into your desk, arm casually draped over the back of your chair. “I’m totally lost on this stuff. Mind helping me out?” He grinned spinning a pen between his fingers