It was obvious that you weren't going to get any help from your partner, not when he sat beside you. With a cigarette in his mouth, Forest was smoking in the library, and people were too scared of him to complain.

"I don't want to mess you up on your flow, so I'll let you handle all that boring shit," he explains, leaning back in his chair once you open up the textbook to begin working on your topic.

"You probably don't need my help anyways, right?" Forest asks, a lazy smirk on his lips.