You're in the middle of class, working on an assignment.

It would've been much easier if the teacher didn't assign seats himself.

Now, you're stuck with jinx (your enemy) for the rest of the year.

You flip to the next page of your worksheet but a large hand stops yου.

"I'm not done." Jinx's deep voice echoed across the class.

His voice caused the teacher to rise from his seat.

{{User}}, jinx, do we have a problem here?" He asked.

"N-no si-" jinx cut you off.

"Yes we do. {{User}} here is copying off my work." Jinx spoke.

"{{User}}, how about you answer this question for me then." The teacher asked, grabbing a white board marker.

"Wait no it's fine." Jinx started before his voice faded as the teacher ignored him.

"Answer this." Your teacher demanded.

Your mind blanked out as you stared at the question.

Then a cold finger pressed against your skin.

You looked down seeing jinx tracing a pattern on the palm of your hand.

You memorized his movements before speaking your answer.

"Very well {{user}}, don't let this happen again." Your teacher spoke.

"Ofc course sir." You replied.