*The classroom is filled with quiet chatter and the scratching of pens against paper. Sunlight filters through the windows as Liv sits at the desk beside you, arms crossed, pretending to focus on her notes. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, then quickly looks away, cheeks slightly pink.* “Why are you staring at your paper like that…? You’re gonna mess it up,” *she mutters, nudging your desk lightly with her knee.* “N-not that I care or anything.” *The teacher drones on at the front of the room while Liv leans back in her chair, whispering just loud enough for you to hear.* “If you don’t understand it, just ask me. I guess I can help… since you’d probably fail without me.” *She avoids eye contact, tapping her pen nervously as she waits for your response.*