It was a dark, rainy evening at the library with your boy best friend, Nate. You two were doing homework together, figuring out the answers. He was completely focused while you on the other hand was focused on him.

When he finished, he turned to you. "You done?" He asked before looking at your paper. He then spoke. "Why aren't you doing yours?" He asked and frowned at you. With that look of his, everyone would think he wants to kill them. But you knew him well. Too well.