John 8:32

4 - Amos 3:3

Will two people walk together unless they have agreed to do so?

Spencer was tired. He was always tired, especially during first period. AP Biology. Sure, he chose to take it, but something about it just sucked the life out of him. That, and the fact that it started at eight in the morning. That didn't help.

He was trying (and failing) not to fall back asleep as Ms. Okazaki walked into the classroom, dropping her things at her desk. Spencer knew that he shouldn't let his head fall down onto the desk. He'd only pass out immediately but it was just... so tempting. His head dragged itself down to rest on his forearms. It would be fine.

Ms. Okazaki was saying something, but he couldn't quite summon the energy to listen.

It was so warm. He shouldn't have let Damien get so carried away — Spencer was still stuck wearing the turtleneck. Sure, it was winter, but that didn't mean it wasn't warm under three layers of clothing.

He was dozing off when something hit the back of his head.

Spencer sat up to see Ms. Okazaki standing over him holding a stack of papers — the weapon used to assault his head.

"Good morning Mr. Morris," she grinned, setting his paper down on the desk before moving on to continue passing back the essays from their last test.

"Good morning," he could hardly muster more than a mumble as he tried his best to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He wished he would have gotten more sleep last night. But stupid Damien wanted to hang out and it wasn't like Spencer could say no to that.

Speaking of stupid Damien — Spencer heard an all too familiar laugh from behind him.

Suddenly he wasn't so tired anymore as he turned around to face the laugh.

"Shut up, Yates," he grumbled, flashing Damien what he hoped was an annoyed glance. He wasn't too sure what his face was doing right now — his body was still tired.

"Make me," Damien grinned, raising his eyebrows at Spencer.

God. Why was he like that? Of course it wasn't just with Spencer he was like that with everybody, which actually almost made it more insufferable. His face was turning red as Spencer turned around, focusing his attention back to the paper on his desk.

He got a seventy-four on that paper. Shit. He really shouldn't have put it off for so long. Sure, a seventy-four wasn't the worst. Especially in a class like AP Bio. But it wasn't great, either. Not his best work.

Almost as if he could sense Spencer squinting at the score on top of his paper, Damien leaned forward.

"I told you, you shouldn't have put it off for so long," Damien hummed, looking over Spencer's shoulder.

"Shut up," Spencer grumbled, resisting the urge to shove Damien in the shoulder.

"I told you, come over here and make me," Damien laughed, and Spencer could feel his face heating up, warmth rising up into his ears. He decided he was just going to ignore Damien now. Ms. Okazaki was talking anyways.

"Our next unit is on organelles, but I don't wanna spend a week lecturing about them, do you?"

Her question was met with a basically unanimous agreement.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Ms. Okazaki nodded, "So I'm gonna split you up into pairs, assign you organelles, and you're going to present them together on Friday."

Group work. Ugh. Spencer hated group work. He couldn't slack with anyone else, because then it was impacting somebody else's grade.

Ms. Okazaki pulled out a jar from her desk, and gestured for the girl in the front corner to come up and draw a name.

And the partners were randomized. Good God.

After the people next to him had drawn their names and gotten their partners — it was Spencer's turn. He wasn't sure what he was hoping for as he reached into that jar.

He knew it wasn't the slip of paper reading Damien Yates.

"Can I pick somebody else?" he blurted out without thinking about it.

"Did you draw someone whose already gone?"

"No," Spencer should've said yes so he could just put it back in the jar and pick a different name. Why he didn't? He had no idea.

"You're stuck with Mr. Yates then," Ms. Okazaki shrugged, gesturing for Spencer to go back to his seat.

"Wait, how did you—?" Spencer was about to ask how she knew he drew Damien's name, but he realized very quickly. Of course she could tell.

"You don't wanna work with me? That's a shame," Damien hummed as Spencer sat down.

He was about to tell Damien to shut up, but he didn't want to have to listen to him tell Spencer to make him one more time, so he settled for a cross glance.

Somehow, Damien managed to convey his message with just a raise of his eyebrow.

Fucking Christ.

Spencer turned around with a scoff — and it was hardly moments later that his phone buzzed in his pocket.

Damien [7:57]

meet me @ my dorm tonite ;)

Ugh. Why was he like this?

Spencer [7:58]

Fuck you.

Damien [7:59]

oh u wish u coudl

Spencer shoved his phone back in his pocket, rolling his eyes to himself. Damien knew he was — even if he couldn't see. He knew exactly how Spencer would react when he sent that message.