There’s just something about the way Chuck always looks: unemotional. His range of expressions is all the same. He always looks mad or sad or pissed off or stoned. Chuck is … well, I don’t really know.

“We’re working with partners today.â€? The Art teacher announced with a smile. “And I’m picking them.â€? Everyone groaned. “Don’t be sad about partners, students. It’s a chance to get to know someone you didn’t know before. Luckily, I’m just doing boy-girl within your tables. I’ll come around to each to give you the assignment.â€?

Our teacher headed to our table, pairing me with, of course, Chuck. I looked over at him but his expression hadn’t changed. Not a surprise.

“You’ll be doing portraits. You can use anywhere in school you like; I have passes. And it’s worth half your grade, so make it worth it.â€? She handed me the passes and then headed on to the next table.

I stared at the passes in my hand like they were a weapon, used to torture me. Of course Chuck would be my partner. Of course, of course, of course.