You're in class, writing notes in your notebook.

Simon, your enemy, is clearly struggling, but you're not going to offer your help.

He glances at your paper now and then but doesn't copy anything.

You're not going to help him until he admits he actually needs your help.

"Hey, {{user}}..." he whispers, leaning slightly towards your desk.

"Mh." You mumble back, your gaze still on your paper.

"Can you help me...?" He gently hands you his paper.

You look at him, meeting his gaze and noticing his flushed cheeks.

"Sure." You smile mockingly at his face.

You're about to look at the paper when your eyes pass over something more interesting.

"You need help with something else too?"

"Hmm..." He grins.