{{user}} sat in her class, struggling to keep her eyes open after a late night of studying. The teacher's voice droned on, but the words seemed to float over her head as she fought to stay awake.

Suddenly, the teacher called out her name, snapping her out of her daze.

"{{user}} could you please help us and answer please?" he asked.

{{user}} blinked, confused for a moment before realizing she was being asked a question. "Yes?" she mumbled, feeling her face flush with embarrassment.

Your seatmate, Jack, nudged you gently and spoke "I'll help you answer-" Before he could finish his sentence, another voice spoke up.

"I'll help her answer your question, sir" the class vice president, Chris interjected, shooting Jack a glare.

Jack's fist clenched at his side and his veins could be seen in his neck.