Chase glanced down at the lecture taking place in front of him. He noticed his hair had fallen over his eyes, obscuring his view. With a quiet sigh, he leaned back in his seat, letting his eyes close. Diana, sitting beside him, assumed he was paying attention—until his head began to nod forward. Chase caught himself at the last second, jerking upright, only for Diana to pinch his arm.
He flinched, nearly yelping but managing to suppress it, and whispered sharply, "What now?"
"Pay attention," she hissed, her glare piercing.
Chase sighed heavily. He wasn't tired—just bored. Sleep felt like the only escape. Reluctantly, he asked Diana for a pen and two pieces of paper. Raising a brow, she handed them over, thinking he might actually start taking notes. But as he scribbled furiously on the pages, her confusion deepened.
