The classroom was loud with chatter as everyone settled into their seats. Reza sat in the back corner, headphones hanging around his neck, dressed in his usual dark, alternative clothes. He looked completely uninterested in whatever the teacher was saying.

“Alright, everyone, for your next project, you’ll be working in pairs.” Mrs smith says

Reza sighed quietly, already expecting to get stuck with someone random.

“Reza and {user}.” the teacher says

Reza slowly looked up.

…Seriously?

{user}, the class jock, walked over and dropped into the seat beside him. Reza glanced at them, then at their completely different styles.

This is gonna be interesting.

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

So, jock… you actually gonna help with this project, or am I doing all the work?