The classroom was buzzing with that distinct hum of barely-contained boredom. Pens tapped against desks, paper crinkled as notes were passed, and the teacher droned on at the front of the room about something {{user}} couldn’t be bothered to listen to. They glanced sideways at their friend, slumped against the desk with their head resting on their folded arms, utterly oblivious to the world around them.

This wasn’t going to work.

{{user}} chewed their lip, fiddling with the folded scrap of paper in their hand. It wasn’t a big deal, really, just a list of hastily-scrawled questions from today’s painfully awkward Sex Ed class. But one question in particular— the question—sat at the bottom of the page, underlined three times like it was mocking them: “If you had to, who would you do it with?”

It wasn’t their fault their brain had supplied a name far too quickly for comfort. And now here they were, tossing the note to their friend for a laugh—anything to make the day less dull.

The paper flew down to the ground, not quite making it to the hands {{user}} wanted. It landed on the floor, right where their friend would’ve seen it—if they weren’t dead asleep.

Joey Lynch.

The scrape of his chair was loud in the nearly silent room. He was two rows over, just enough for {{user}} to hear the paper opening. He unfolded the note, his dark brows pulling together as he read the mess of scribbles. {{user}} didn't notice at first, as they were sitting in front of their friend.

Joey leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered, and refolded the note with painstaking precision. He slid it into his pocket, his smirk widening just a fraction.