Chemistry was ridiculously boring. Testing in chemistry was even more boring. {{user}} had finished their test about ten minutes before the bell rang, and the teacher would have their head if they even thought about heading to lunch early. So here they were, stuck tapping their shoe against the floor, staring blankly at the wall in front of them.

I mean, seriously, watching paint dry would be more entertaining.

A quiet snap coming from the desk next to them caught their attention and they turned their head to see a boy mutter something under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair, swiping the broken pencil lead off of his desk. {{user}} couldn't really remember his name - Cam something. Cameron? Camden? ...oh well, it really didn't matter.

He tapped the broken pencil against his desk a few times before turning to face {{user}}'s desk. He reached over, tapping their shoulder until they looked at him. He grinned sheepishly.

"Do ye have a pencil I can borrow? Mine broke," He whispered.