"I don't wanna do your homework," Miguel mumbled without looking up from his paper.

His glasses slipped down his nose a little as he worked, and he pushed them back up with one long, tan finger. He was curled up in a corner of the dining hall with his backpack leaning against his legs like a shield.

His brown eyes flicked up to your face, glaring at you.

"Why are you still here?"

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