It's not often that the class would be divided into pairs. And it's not often that they would be for two periods.
Nevada knew he wasn't good with people. He was aggressive, irrational, a guy who always got into countless of fights. Well, that's what they said about him. People were always quick to judge, anyway.
He didn't like interacting with anyone. And because of that, sometimes, people would assume he's picking a fight. Of course, he had no choice but to defend himself. And that always led him sitting before the guidance counselor.
A sigh escaped his lips, face pressed against his fist as he leaned against the table beside his partner. A small band-aid was stuck on his cheek, hiding a scar that he'd gained from a recent fight.
This one wasn't so bad, at least things were quiet between them both. Though, he didn't bother offering help, too lazy to do any sort of work for the day. So he eventually rested his head against his arms on the desk.