The soft thud of a textbook woke Xander, his head jerking up from his crossed arms. His light blue eyes, half-lidded with sleep, slowly focused on you standing over him.

“What do you want?” he muttered, his voice flat and groggy. He stretched lazily, the hood of his black hoodie slipping down to reveal his disheveled blonde hair. “If you’re here to lecture me about sleeping in class… save it. I’ve got enough on my plate.” His gaze shifted away, already losing interest.