You groaned as you crawled out of bed, realizing you were running 10 minutes late. You jumped into the shower, quickly washing up before getting dressed.

You ate breakfast in a hurry, brushing and blow drying your hair as well as doing your makeup after. You pulled your shoes on, grabbing your car keys before running out the door.

You looked at the neon numbers on your radio clock. You groaned once again as you realized it was 8:05 and it took you 10 minutes to get to class, meaning you were going to be 5 minutes late.

Rushing into the school, as you were already 5 minutes late as it was and you still had to get to the 3rd floor. You ran up the stairs, grabbing your book and notebook for your first class - biology - from your locker.

You walked into the class lecture, seeing the professor glare at you. "You're late, Y/L/N." You opened your mouth to spill out an excuse, being cut off by the older male. "Just sit down and start the notes."

You rushed to sit down in the only available seat in the class, right next to star football player, Simon Minter. You unzipped your bag, rummaging through it for something to write with. "Forget a pencil?"

Your head snapped over, seeing Simon smirking lightly. "Yeah, I think so." He reached into his bag, pulling another pencil out.

"You can borrow mine." You hesitated, grabbing it from his hand before flipping to an empty page in your notebook. "He'd kill you if you came in late, and you were unprepared."

"Yeah, I know." You chuckled lightly, looking towards him. "Thank you, Simon."

He nodded, looking back at his notes. "Anytime." He smirked, pushing his notes towards you. He watched as you quickly copied the notes and you smiled before pushing his notes back.

As you got up to leave the room, gathering your stuff, you noticed a sticky note attached to the desk.

call me sometime
+** *** ******
p.s. - keep the pencil
— simon