Last period. Friday. Time was ticking down until school was over. Almost through the painful week of exams and studying religiously.

School was packed with buzzing kids all day, ready to escape the wretched school.

Prestigious students that had parents either sell a limb or be categorically wealthy to be at the damned school.

Scribbling and pencil tapping echoed in the cinnamon and vanilla-smelling room.

Everyone was either concentrating or communicating to their friends with notes or eye contact.

Finishing the exam ten minutes before you were supposed to wasn’t the best thing. Staring at the wall was the only time passing activity.

The professor was at the front but being in the back didn’t have much perks if you wanted peace.

“Psst, hey.” Daniel Welche whispered from behind you.

It was an exam. He should shut up.

A pencil poked your side. “{{user}}, I forgot the formula for number forty-five.” Daniel mumbled.

Telling him would be cheating since he was on the last question but he’d pester if he didn’t get an answer.

Daniel was popular. Rich. Snobby. A jock. Like every average rich student in the school.

He ignored everyone that wasn’t his friends or status. All you’d get except a small groaned thank you before class ends.

“Please, {{user}}. I’ll do anything, beautiful.”

Not charming behavior.