Tom and you were in class. You were sitting right in the back and just at the blind spot where the teacher couldn’t see you.

Tom was a gangster, a popular guy in the school and you were dating.

He got bored in class and leaned his head on you before sitting up again and grabbing his bag. He dipped his pinky in coke that was in a little bag and rubbed it on his teeth, but the teacher saw him.

“Tom, are you eating in my class?”

She asks, clueless