Raywin grabbed his books, shoving his friend's shoulder with his own when he tried to slap them out of his hand.
"𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲." He laughed as he made his way to art, swaying as he walked through the halls. Shaking his head slightly, confirming he had a headache. Probably from sports- He was the perfect image. Football player, Grudgby player, golf.. So many sports. And on top of that? Amazing grades.
He never took much brag into his activities, though. To him, he was just another student. Nothing more!
Ray stepped into the classroom, brushing his hair over his shoulder, and glancing around. This was the one class he didn't have any friends in. Ray quickly sat in his seat just as the bell rang, letting out a quick yet quiet sigh of relief. Thank goodness he wasn't late, but the teacher was.
Raywin bounced his leg as he waited for the teacher, barely even giving you a glance, half the time you always had to make the first advance. He barely knew you after all. You were barely friends- more like mutual!