the whole class got into teams of four, and were currently seated with their respective teams.
y/n, connie, sasha and armin were seated in the far back, chatting over random and useless topics whilst waiting for the teacher to speak again.
"you working tonight?" sasha asked connie, loudly smacking her pink bubble gum in between her teeth.
"yeah," he placed both his hands on head. "y'all pulling up?" he leaned his back against the chair, rocking it back and forth.
"this late? when does your shop close...?" y/n asked.
"it's not at the shop." connie shook his head. "i also work as a security guard at a club. thas' where i'm headed at tonight."
"i thought you were going to stay with one job? for the sake of school?... i don't know, cee... you were a walking zombie last year." armin pointed out, clear worry for his friend in his tone.
"i know, armin... but bills won't pay themselves, y'know that." connie answered, the same tone he used with y/n in his car yesterday.
the tension thickened, and y/n knew not to say or ask anything. something told her this was most likely about connie's mother again.
armin wanted to say more, but the blond-headed man knew not to say too much next to someone who they had just met.
connie wasn't the type to open up to anyone else other than his closest of friends and his therapist, especially about his family situation. although he took a liking to the new girl, she was still nothing more than a new friend to him.
"so," the teacher decided to start her class. "i asked you to read the novel animal farm by george orwell during the break... i take most of you didn't." pieck muttered the last part, clasping her pile of homework together.
best believe, y/n did. and more than read too— she highlighted, noted and analyzed every line, word and concept there was to understand.
whereas connie? he... skimmed through it, and skimming would be an overstatement. "i barely read it." the puerto rican sighed. he thought he could take it easy and sleep today.
"but for those who did. congrats! you might pass today's surprise test." pieck wiggled the papers in the air. "you know the drill." she chuckled as she watched the faces of her students contort in shock.
the class groaned in annoyance again, putting away all their things in order to avoid cheating during the test. it was no use to try anyway; pieck had eyes everywhere— so many students in a single class, yet she could notice if a pair of lips moved a mere inch.
