Time was moving so slow. You were sure you could hear each tick of Dante’s alarm clock by his bed in slow motion as your eyes hazily scanned the textbooks and notebooks in front of you. You both were cramming for an exam, yours in psychology, his in... well, you weren’t really sure what.

Now that you think about it--looking up after literal hours of being face down in your books--you hadn’t heard a peep from him basically since you got settled in. That was odd for someone who was usually so chatty.

Looking up, you see exactly why he’s so quiet. He’s asleep, like dead asleep. You were 90% sure you could see him drooling over his open textbook. He looked so peaceful, and that pissed you off. Was he snoozing while you were both supposed to be cramming? Some friend he was.

You take a neglected textbook and snap it shut just by his ear and watch him shoot up, blinking back the sleep in his eyes. “Huh? What? I’m awake, I’m learning..”