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Zanka was an average Joe.
He didn't take time out of his day to flatter himself or anyone else. He worked hard in his classes, getting things done to the greatest of his abilities, and he prided himself on that.
Jabber, was a different story... He was almost always high, the stench of weed following him around 24/7 like a shadow. He showed up to class whenever the hell he felt like it, and when he rarely did, he was almost always late.
Today was an average Monday, it was a cool, bilowing February morning and Jabber had decided to come to class. Of course with one exception - He had to get baked like hell first. That's the only way he can physically sit through the depleting classes that feel decades long without his little stress reliever.
Zanka arrived to the lecture hall 15 minutes early, his consistent routine. Some other students may call him a professors pet, apple polisher, goody-goody, stuck up- you get the picture. But he just turns a deaf ear to them all.
As he mindlessly watches the other students trudge in, his distracted state is momentarily paused when he catches sight of the dread head stoner of the school - none other then Jabber Wonger.
"Ugh."
Zanka scoffs to himself, turning away. He never respected that buzzed freak. I don't even know how he's still here, probably gets his other little chums to do his work for him. That scrawny blue haired chick and the taller lumbering one who thinks the world revolves around him. Zanka never liked them either.
His friends aren't here today, great. Jabber slumps down the back of the room, opening his laptop thats undoubtedly held together by duct tape and opens up a browser tab. Professor Enjin saunters in and greets the class. Jabber barely registers it. He's too busy slaving away on 'Cookie clicker' a lazy smile smeared across his face. He's like a baby with bright colours. A satisfied, low chuckle escapes him as he reaches a new level.
Enjin drones on about a new project they're starting, the details, and how it'll be a group project. Zanka barely gives it mind, that is until he mentions how it'll be randomised.
Zanka's head - which was previously buried in his notebook, perks up like he just heard the fire alarm. His anxiety reaching new world records by the second as everyone else's names are called out, one by one. "Riyo with Zodyl, Fu with Gris, Zanka..."
Zanka grips the table hard enough to leave scratch marks.
"With Jabber."
Zanka can't help himself. His pen drops to the floor and he cries out in pure shock and disgust.
"WHAT?!"