You and Rodrick were sitting in the back of the classroom, neither of you paying attention to the lesson going on. He was writing something, though you could’ve cared less considering you were half asleep and staring off into space, or, you were.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, snapping back into reality. “Can you proofread this letter to Heather Hills for me?” He said shoving the paper into your hand. You read it, and apparently his inability to spell was more apparent than usual.

You looked over the letter, one of his misspellings being “sweatheart” rather than “sweetheart”. You continued reading the letter and though it was somewhat difficult to read, it was kind of sweet.

Though it still contained his usual cocky tone, he seemed to show a sort of vulnerability, to a point where you forgot for a moment that it was for Heather rather than you. “So? What do you think? Do you think she’ll give me a chance?”