It was a few minutes after the bell rang unnecessarily loud and the self proclaimed ‘class clown’ walked into class late. You rolled your eyes as he said something to the teacher and he talked back to him a few times before slouching down at the seat next to you and folding his arms with that dumb grin of his. It really pissed you off.

You kept looking down and doodling as per usual until the boy noticed and said something that made you close to your sketchbook:

“What you drawing?”