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The morning is cool and sweet with the scent of rain when you walk into class, taking a seat as you let your backpack slide off your shoulders. One by one, other students begin to file in, burdened with textbooks and cups of coffee. They exchang greetings, ask about each other's weekends. You pull out the homework from last class, answers circled amidst the jumble of numbers.
A blond boy ambles into the room just as the bell rings, nodding to the teacher as he takes his seat next to you. The instructor, a man of over six feet with a wide belly and a passion for mustangs, nods back as he moves papers around on his desk, quietly taking attendance. It isn't long before he collects the homework and starts the lesson for the day.
About halfway through the class, you notice the blond boy take out a plastic bag as he Often does. Today it seems his snack of choice will be gummy worms. You've observed so far that he is fond of Doritos and virtually anything orange-flavored. If it was junk food, it was probably going to show up in his bag. As the teacher writes out an equation on the board, he takes a handful of the candies and places them on your paper, the usual routine.
"Thanks, Dirk," You whisper to him, a smile on your lips.
"No problem, English." He murmurs back, voice obscured by candy. Your work is most likely going to be discolored from the gummy worms, but you can't bring yourself to care.