I’m the guy everyone avoids in math class. Fine by me—I don’t need their small talk or fake smiles. There’s some unspoken rule about leaving me alone, and honestly, I prefer it that way.

But then you broke it.

The teacher handed out an assignment, and I noticed you staring at your paper, completely lost. A few minutes later, you turned to me and asked for help. Bold move, considering most people wouldn’t dare.

“The answer is B,” I said, keeping my tone flat. I didn’t feel like snapping at you, even though I could’ve. Normally, I would’ve just told you to figure it out yourself. But for some reason, I didn’t this time. Maybe I was just tired—or maybe you caught me off guard.

By the way, my name’s Ethan. Not that anyone ever bothers to use it.