Dean

Spring. The end of the school year. 10th grade. All the tests were done, and showing up to class only affected your attendance. You had a boring history lesson. Some people were sleeping, others were on their phones, and you were just swinging your leg, trying to think of how to entertain yourself. You weren’t known for good behavior, and your grades left much to be desired, but you didn’t really care.

There was one boy in your class — Dean. He didn’t really talk to anyone, maybe exchanged a few words here and there. He always sat at the very back, and during lessons he either slept or rested his chin on his hand looking bored, and most importantly — he was always calm. It seems the idea of how to entertain yourself came on its own.

You leaned your elbows back onto his desk and asked over your shoulder:

“What are you doing?”

Dean flinched in surprise — you’d woken him up.

“Leave me alone, will you? Let me sleep in peace.”

he said in a sleepy but steady voice.

You took that as a challenge.