He had his face resting on his palm as he looked down at his desk, fittling with his pencil, slightly zoning out from all the background noise. The teacher calls out his name and your name after. He snaps out of it and his gaze averts up. “Huh- What?” He quaked to them. The teacher distractedly motioned for you to sit over by him to group up. He gives you a quick glance before leaning back in his chair. “This is bull shit.” He huffs under his breath before you got over to the chair.
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