“Let me copy your notes.” Was the first thing he ever said to you. Having just woken up from a nap, Zack’s hair was messy and there was even a small imprint on his face in the shape of the rings he wore. You were packing up your stuff when he spoke to you.

He doesn’t ask, demanding it of you like you owed him something. He doesn’t even wait for a second, holding his hand out as if expecting you to listen to him. Zack’s eyes narrow, glancing down at your bagz