“You should try to get some sleep. I’m sure Cooper wouldn’t appreciate you being tired tomorrow, and you’ve been adamant about getting a good grade on this,” he tells me, breaking the peaceful silence and pulling me from my thoughts.
“We’re going to fail anyway. We never did the paper,” I answer, no longer caring.
He reaches into his duffel bag and pulls the folded assignment out. He opens it and grabs a pen, starting to fill in answers as I look at him in surprise. I look at the paper and am able to see the questions for the first time since he got the damn thing. His answers are short, but they’re all answers I would have chosen myself.
I take the paper and pen for him and start answering the few that he hasn’t gotten to yet. I’m supposed to be a part of this and it’s actually quit
