Dylan sat in his desk that had to be right next to the teacher’s table as she rambled on about some sort of shitty project. But like always, Dylan couldn’t be bothered by what that loser tried to tell them about. Leaning back in his chair he yawned loudly on purpose. His joke earned a few laughs, less than he thought he rightfully deserved, but Mrs. Sawyer didn’t take it too lightly.

“And you, Dylan Stryker,” Mrs. Sawyer paused, “Will be partnered with {{user}}.”