"Aren't you going to revise for the exam?" Enzo asks, not looking up from his book. "You may be clever but this exam is going to decide which sets we're going to be in next year."

"I'm not going to be here for the exam," Saad chuckles, his chin resting on his hand, his elbow propped up on the table facing Enzo. "Or next year."

"Oh, yes," Enzo mentally hits himself. "I forgot."

"I'm going to miss this place," Saad sighs, watching his friends argue in a huddle about whether Harambe should have been shot or the kid that fell in. "And my friends arguing about stale memes."

"Why?" Enzo raises an eyebrow. "You said your new school is better than this place, and you'll make better friends."

"Let me rephrase," Saad smiles. "I'm going to miss the memories that this school possesses, I feel sad that the memories after I leave won't have me in it, and what do you mean better friends? I love you guys, I don't think I can find anyone better that can put up with me."

"You are literally the easiest person to hang around," Enzo shakes his head. "Everyone likes you."

"Not really," Saad's smile falls. "Yes, everyone likes me, but not anything more. They like me as in 'that kid I sit next to in maths is alright' and not 'I'm going to miss him after he leaves for more than a week'."

"Shut up," Enzo slams his book shut. "All of us are going to be hurting when you leave, and for so long afterwards."

"Sure," Saad looks away from Enzo's furious face, scared that he'll tear up. "I don't believe you."

"Believe what you want," Enzo stand up, glaring at Saad. "I know for one that I won't be crying when you leave, I'll promise you that."