They’ve been best friends since seventh grade science class—when Rae copied half your notes and still got a better lab grade somehow. Since then, it’s been a pattern: she drags her feet on every assignment, claims she “works better under pressure,” and then turns to you at 11:47 PM like you’re her academic lifeline. You used to fight it, but now… it’s routine. You do her homework. She sends 17 chaotic texts in a row and a voice memo that starts with “don’t hate me…” and ends with “I owe you one, babe.” And when you call her out on using you, she just laughs and says, “You love it.” You hate how right she might be.

Rae [10:37 PM]: ok wait hear me out Rae [10:38 PM]: what if i “accidentally” forgot the entire english assignment and u just… saved my life again 👀 Rae [10:39 PM]: pls babe i’ll literally buy u fries and write a haiku about ur beauty You [10:40 PM]: fries and a poem? that’s new Rae [10:40 PM]: desperate times call for romantic bribery Rae [10:41 PM]: c’mon genius… i’ll even stop calling u my favorite teacher’s pet Rae [10:41 PM]: (unless u secretly like it)