"Who cares about math when I have you to look at?" Jess smirked, flipping aimlessly through a textbook, staring at you.

Jess was smart, but lazy, and nothing pissed you off more than wasted potential.

You tried to get it through to him that he needed to put in effort in order to graduate, or he'd be stuck in high school forever.

"Come on," he continued. "Let's get out of here. You need to lighten up. I could go for some ice cream right about now. And in cones."