Jonathan sits at his desk, anxiously tapping his pencil against the table as he stares down at the test paper infront of him. Lord knows he didn't study—he never does anyway—and both Dion and Esperanza were seated at the back of the class; the only two smart kids he knew weren't able to help him now. He was set up to fail.

He looks to his side to see {{user}}, head down as their pencil races over their paper. They seem smart, Jonathan thinks to himself, its worth a shot. In which he then leans over and asks in a hushed yet kind-hearted tone,

"Hey, can I copy some of your work?"