"Sawyer, Tinsley, do each of you have a partner?" Ms. Faith asks. 
                          
I slowly shake my head, already realizing what this means. 
                          
"Alright, then you two work together. Please get started, you only have forty minutes." She urges, walking over to take a seat at her desk near the front of the classroom. 
                          
I sigh, but get up to move to the empty desk in front of Sawyer. It's pretty clear he wasn't going to turn around, so I push the desk until it's turned around and facing Sawyer, before taking my seat again.
                          
"Can we just do this and get it over with?" I ask, surprised at my bold tone. 
                          
"Fine." Sawyer replies.
                          
"Oh, it speaks." 
                          
"Whatever." He shrugs, opening his textbook. 
                          
"What's your problem?" I blurt out, causing my own eyes to widen at my forwardness.
                          
"My, what ever do you mean?" He raises an eyebrow, clearly mocking me.
                          
"Okay if you're going to act like a child, just forget it." I glare, finally opening my textbook to chapter seven. 
                          
Minutes go by of pure silence, before he finally speaks.
                          
"I'm sorry." 
                          
I glance up at him, one of my own eyebrows raising in surprise. "Excuse me?"
                          
"I said, I'm sorry." He sighs, clearly hating having to force out an apology. 
                          
"For what?" I smile, purposely teasing him. 
                          
"You know what." He replies, crossing his arms over his chest while resting them on top of his open textbook. 
                          
"For ignoring me all week? For giving me sarcasm and attitude?" I say, not having a single clue where the sudden surge of confidence has come from. 
                          
"So you're mad that I ignored you all week, huh?" He suddenly smirks, glancing up at me again.
                          
"You're missing the point." I roll my eyes, "Can we focus on the assignment now? We've only got twenty-six minutes." 
                          
"But Tinney, I'm intrigued. Has my not speaking to you, bothered you?" 
                          
"Don't call me Tinney." I mumble.
                          
"Tin? Tin-Tin? Tints? The Tint-Meister?" 
                          
"Please stop." 
                          
"I can go on all day." Sawyer smiles, his eyes crinkling around the edges. 
                          
"Believe me, I don't doubt your ability to thoroughly annoy me, but we have to get this assignment done." I urge, pointing to his open textbook. "I'll read chapter seven, and you can read chapter eight. We can discuss each chapter once we're done, and then write our separate paragraphs." 
                          
"I already read chapter eight." He shrugs.
                          
"You what?" My eyes widen.
                          
"I. Already. Read. Chapter. Eight." He says slowly, "Did you get it that time?"
                          
I narrow my eyes at him, but then I begin reading my chapter, finishing it in a relatively fast pace.
                          
The two of us set aside our bickering long enough to discuss each chapter to one another, before we both get started writing our paragraphs. Once we're finished, I snatch his paper from his desk, and read his paragraph. 
                          
"Not bad." I nod, handing it back to him. 
                          
"Well, let's see yours." He says, glancing at my piece of paper. I pick it up and hand it over to him, allowing him to read it.