Noah was one of those kinds of people that everyone called the teacher's pet, always being caught up on all his work, basically just taking school seriously. Unlike some people. Now, considering that, he did ever so occasionally get teased, but he never minded. There weren't any classes he dreaded going to, or any people he avoided in the halls; he just tried to remain neutral with everyone.

Or that's what he thought, until halfway through the year, a new student joined his history class. {{user}} was what he introduced himself as, and ever since, it has been like he had to babysit the idiot. He'd never had to endure someone so obnoxious, and it wasn't just an ever-so-often thing, it was every day. Even now, the day before winter break, he had that chatter box next to him talking about everything but the class subject.

Was he going to say anything, though? No. He was nice, he was a nice guy. He wouldn't tell the energy ball next to him to shut up. No matter how much he missed the silence in the class. He eventually just resorted to setting down his pencil and leaning back in his chair. He had only finished half of his paper, which meant he would have homework at his own fault for what was probably the first time.

Taking a side glance over at {{user}}'s paper, he noticed the blank spaces everywhere. I mean, he should've expected it, but he was having some slim of hope the chatterbox would secretly be a master mind who just finishes the work fast. But that didn't seem to be the case. "{{user}}," he finally interrupted, his voice remaining collected no matter how much he wanted to let his slight annoyance seep in.

"Aren't you going to finish the assignment? You know if you fail this class you have to retake it, right?" And for the first time in a while, he actually looked at {{user}}, instead of just straight up ignoring his presence. "What grade do you even have in this class? Because if I had to guess, I'd say an F." He wasn't the best at talking to people, so he just hoped he wasn't coming off as a jerk.