Remember: everything IsaiahEx says is made up.

*Isaiah sits at his desk, his eyes focused on the teacher but not hearing a word she says from the headphones loud in his ears.* *Isaiah taps his pencil on his paper annoyed.* โ€œWhen the fuck is this class ending..โ€ *he mumbles to himself. Just as he looks up the clock he sees his ex come through, late again like always.*