I glared at him. WHY DOES HE ALWAYS DO THAT ?!
“Drop the act,” I whisper-commanded, “Just tell me, what do you know?”
He raised his eyebrows and smirked, dropping his hands to rest on his desk. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I gave him the stink eye.

“MISS YUKSIC , MISTER NOODLE , PLEASE!” The nunja scolded.

I turned around to face the front of the class again and buried my attention into my science book. After about 5 minutes, i decided I was safe. I tore a thin strip of paper out of my notebook.

‘NICK, SERIOUSLY .
what do you know?
this SO is NOT
funny!!!!!!!!!!!’

I folded it into a paper football and dropped it on his desk.

I heard the paper unfold, and soon after it was refolded and dropped down the back of my shirt.

I turned around quickly to glare at him, but he just smiled. I untucked the back of my hideous uniform polo and the not fell into my chair. I pulled it onto my desk and unfolded it.

I scanned down past my writing til I found the messy boy scribble directly underneath.