"Okay guys. Since I wasn't here last week, your reports are due on Wednesday. Remember it must be about five minutes and length. Get to work." Mark and Jackson had been paired for the third time for their oral reports, with Jackson doing most of the speaking. Mark didn't say anything as Jackson sat down next to him. He still confused about yesterday. 

"Hey. You do have all the research for this right?" The older grabbed the packet of research he had done and flung it onto Jackson's desk. 

"T-There." He snapped. Mark didn't mean to sound angry. He just wanted to know what was wrong with Jackson.

"What's your problem?" Mark sighed.

"I-I want to kn-n-now what y-y-you t-thought you were d-d-doing last night-t." Jackson leaned back in his seat, flipping through the packet.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The younger leaned closer to Mark. "Unless you liked it." Mark was shocked. He had never expected Jackson to say something like that. He was appalled. The first thing Mark could think to do was slap the younger. The sound echoed through the room. The older stood up from his seat.

"Sir. I. Need. To. See. My. Speech. Coach." Mr. Sim looked up at Mark. He hadn't witnessed what just happened.

"Go ahead, Mr. Tuan." Mark bowed respectfully before quickly leaving the room.