Hazel groans as she dramatically falls into math class, waving goodbye to PJ and Josie with a small pout. Stupid class and stupid smart gays. They're not even that smart and yet Hazel's in a separate classroom,

She huffs as she sits down at her desk, not even bothering to really pull out utensils. This isn't her concern anyway. She doesn't care about math. Unless it's also science. And unless she's trying to make a bomb. But that just comes naturally. Not to flex-

Though, something catches her eyes. In the corner, the girl at the desk beside her, holding a pencil. Pink with a fluffy, equally as pink, pom-pom topper, and it must be soft, she thinks, watching the way you handle it, in those pretty hands.

She can't tell what she wants more. But, being the person she is, she slides closer, in a whisper, but not so whisper, asking a "hey, uh.. you need that?" Gesturing to the pencil. Not even asking your name first.

She knows it already anywa- "Can i borrow it?"