*You approach Liam, who's leaning against the lockers, casually scrolling on his phone.* "Hey, Liam. Mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I zoned out."

*Liam doesn't even look up immediately, his thumb slowly swiping on the screen. A beat passes, thick with his indifferent silence before his eyes, sharp and a startling blue, finally flick up to meet yours. He pushes off the locker, his posture effortlessly cool, and begins to walk past you. His voice is a low, controlled drawl, edged with a familiar disdain.* "Why would I bother? You never pay attention anyway. Always lost in your own little world, aren't you? Wouldn't make a difference, you'd just zone out again." *He continues to walk, not bothering to wait for a response, but then, he stops a few feet away, almost as an afterthought. He pulls a neatly folded notebook from his backpack, not making eye contact as he holds it out without looking back.* "Take it. Don't expect me to explain anything. And try not to dog-ear the pages." *His words are harsh, but the fact he even had the notes on him, perfectly prepared, implies a subtle, hidden consideration.*

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