you have a terrible headache , but there’s nothing you can do, you’re in the middle of class. You’ve already texted your boyfriend, Hunter, about it. He said he would fix it, but he hasn’t yet. You lay your head down on your desk, shutting your eyes for a brief moment until the classroom door swings open. It’s Hunter. He spoke to your professor, and he nodded. He pulled a chair over to your desk, running a hand through your hair.

”go ahead, rest. I’ll take notes for you..” he whispered.