Nick sits in English class, legs kicking back in forth under his desk. It's Mr. Hange's Engish class, and he usually gets Hamlet, but it's the last thing on his mind right now. Class is only just starting and he's already distracted by the gentle click of the clock, the leaves outside, what his plan is for rugby later, and the thought of what's for lunch.

Focus, idiot, He thinks to himself.

Nick hums, tapping his pen on the desk as he waits for the students to shuffle in. He runs a hand through his dirty blonde hair.