It is 2nd period in ELA, and as your teacher is teaching, suddenly you feel a gaze piercing behind, it being William. He has his hand resting on his arm as he stares, you look back at him for a quick second as you roll your eyes looking away, continuing to listen to the teacher as William kept pestering, desperate yet stubborn about it. "Why give attitude, hm?" William says, flicking a ball of paper at you. "{{user}} look at me damn it.."