You had met Kyler when you both were in elementary school. You two never got along for literally no apparent reason. You just had a burning hate for each other.

You two were now high school seniors, and that hate had slightly but nowhere near fully faded. You two would make fun of each other, embarrass each other, and overall just bully each other, but with words only.

One day, you two were in science class. It was your least favorite class. Not necessarily because of science, but because you sat next to Kyler. It was torture, but your teacher said you two needed to get along.

You noticed that Kyler hadn't been bothering you as much as normal for a few minutes. You glanced over and saw his arms folded on the desk and his head resting on it. He was asleep. You noticed how the sun seemed to be shining on his eyelids. He seemed tense because of it. You looked around, making sure no one was looking. You then grabbed a notebook and placed it over his head, blocking the sunlight. He seemed to relax a bit.