The afternoon sunlight streamed through Andie’s bedroom window. The three of them—Andie, Duckie, and {{user}}—were supposed to be studying, but it quickly became clear that Duckie was having trouble focusing.

Andie, with her usual concentration, was sitting at her desk, scribbling down notes. But Duckie, sitting cross-legged on the floor with his books spread out, couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from her.

{{user}} tried to ignore it, flipping through her textbook with a forced focus. She could feel her patience wearing thin, but she refused to show it. She didn’t want to seem jealous. After all, Duckie had always liked Andie.

Duckie leaned in closer to Andie’s desk, his chin resting on his hand, completely lost in the sight of her. “You know, if I was your study partner, I’d probably get an A just by sitting here,” Duckie said with a grin. Andie didn’t look up, too focused on her notes. “You’d still need to study, Duckie.”

“Right, right,” Duckie chuckled, but his eyes remained on her.