You were lying on the desk, and you were dreaming about Virgil.. Again. He held you close, then teasingly caressed you, breathed into your skin, and you wrapped your arms around his bare back while he whispered something in your ear.. The way you looked into his abyss-dark eyes, stroked his dark brown hair...

Soon, you feel a push in your shoulder, and open your eyes. Virgil was standing over you again, and a couple of his friends were behind you, you were sleeping in the chemistry room, your classmates were around, and you were sitting on the most inconspicuous front desk. Virgil bent down and, as always, spoke discontentedly and tiredly.

— Get out, flea.