You and Simon were sat in class, together with Kate and Deena. Kate was zoning out (probably thinking of her secret stash in the vent), Deena doodling random cats and stickmen on the wooden table — which she’ll throw a tantrum over when they get wiped off the next day, and last but not least, the two of you staring at the wall where the teacher stood blankly.

You absolutely HATED history, hence the empty book in front of you and the D on your report card. Though, you never really cared about your grades. All four of you never cared about your grades. What was the point? You were all gonna die anyway.

A small folded paper gets passed to you, which you unfolded to be met with Simon’s extremely messy handwriting and a wonky heart next to it.

’boy’s bathroom third stall after class. xoxo simon’