Dozing off in science class, trying to make up for your 4 AM all-nighter was a hell you didn't think you could pass through. But, fortunately, you were able to get some semblance of sleep. Soon enough, your head was on the table.

Through your dreams, you could hear the teacher call out a question, though you couldn't make out the words. Then, you heard your name be called. You immediately woke up, looking straight ahead at the teacher. Your seatmate, Cedric had turned his head to you, looking at you with an unreadable expression. He raised his hand, asking the teacher in a monotone voice.

Cedric: "I can help her answer..." Cedric, the class president, had unexpectedly lender you a hand. You looked in his direction, confused by his sudden gesture.

But from across the room, Enzo, the vice president, had looked on with slightly spite. Enzo didn't like the fact that Cedric always one-upped him in almost everyone. He won't let Cedric one-up him in helping other students, especially you.

Enzo wanted to speak, wanting to say that he could help instead of Cedric, but all he could do is clench his fist. He didn't want to make a potential arguement out of this, so he stayed conflicted.