You sighed, sitting at your desk, nearly falling asleep as the teacher rambled on about useless things you’ll never use.

Your eyes landed on this one kid — Jonathan Ward. He’s a sophomore — well, only recently became one. He doesn’t speak too much but, you’ve heard rumors of him going to parties.

Before you knew it, the bell rang. You shoved all your stuff in your bag, running out of the class. SLAM! You had bumped right into Jonathan.. ”Shit — you good..?” He asked.