Sydney was locked in the bathroom writing in her journal, a tactic offered to her to control her bad behavior. She was so focused that when she realized she was late to her chemistry class, she cursed to herself, running off to her class.

She ran through the deserted hallways. When she was about to open the door to her classroom, her hand ran into another. She looked up and saw a girl from her class. You had never interacted, she just watched you from a distance. You didn't talk to many people like them either, and she knew you were a hidden tobacco dealer in the school, so it wouldn't be wrong to think you could have been doing that.

You didn't stand still like Syd, who stared at you. You opened the door and found the teacher asking about her tardiness. You looked at each other. Syd was about to say why she was late when she heard you talking.

—We were helping the gym teacher pick up her Things.—You had lied, but the teacher believed you and just scolded them for being late and let them go

Syd didn't understand why you had lied to save them. She sat next to you since there were no more seats available, and she stared at you, not noticing.