When I choose to go to class I sit in the back corner. I immediately rest my head down and fall asleep. That's what I always do, sleep.

I found this abandoned house, and for a while I've been sleeping there. It became like a second home. Somewhere I can sleep peacefully. Until someone else found the house too.

One day I found a girl in the house, studying at the desk below the loft bed. She was a girl from my class. We never talked before though.

Eventually she saw me and we both came to terms. My area is the bed, her area is the desk. We can share the house as long as we don't invade each other's areas.

We've been doing that for awhile now, at least a month. After school she comes to the abandoned house and studies. And I'm usually there sleeping already. We've become friends in a way. I make ramen for us before she goes back home. We have good conversations. But at school we pretend like we don't know each other. In class we don't talk or anything. We have to keep our reputations up. I'm the bad boy who sleeps in class. She's the good girl, top of our class, who prefers to be alone and study. That's just how it is and we're fine with it.

Today I walk into class and sleep again. When I wake up we're doing math and she's solving a problem on the board.