Nate and you sat in rigidity as the classroom was filled with nothing but mere silence and exhaustion. People just wanted to go home, including you. The tension that was between Nate and you wasn't helping the boring situation either. In your mind, minutes felt like hours. And hours like years. Suddenly, the near classmate, Nate: Tapped your shoulder. "Can I speak to you after school?" He spoke, however very quietly. It was barely audible.