I've always hated going to the other campus without any of my friends. All of us have a pretty good reputation here, so you have the other students (mainly girls) who think they know you or pretend to be your friend and it gets old. I arrived in my algebra class, barley making the late bell. Conner and I share this class, I sit behind him. Conner has this thing, where he can just complete any test, assignment or quiz in two minutes. He gets straight A's too, maybe that's why he gets away with playing that little DS of his. Although our algebra teacher, Ms. Green, is a bit strict with electronics.

Ms. Green began teaching the lesson as classmates around me took notes, I watched as Conner paused his game and slid his device under his desk. I, on the other hand, suck at math. I tried to follow along with the rest of the class, taking a few notes and then suddenly Conner was handing me a worksheet. I took it, staring at 25 problems, then starring my poor excuse of class notes. Numbers and the occasional letters all strung together trying to form formulas that I'm sure had nothing to do with what Ms. Green was teaching.

In the time it took me to panic at the amount of work I had to do before class ended, Conner finished his worksheet being the first one done again. Conner took out his DS and turned to face me, while he continued to play his stupid game.

"So what did Mr. Wood want with you and that girl?" Conner asked.

His voice had startled me a bit, I was so focused on the problems hoping that if stared long enough, they would solve themselves.

"I'm switching out this Friday, her and I share some classes. I think we're switching out with that vampire couple," I said trying to solve a few problems.

"I wonder when they'll switch out Tristan."

"When pigs fly."

I have no idea how he still remains to be the only student that hasn't gotten to switch out, it's been two years since we've been at this school! I do remember they got him mixed up with another Tristan and gave him a schedule. I can still see his excited expression turning to a disappointed expression after he found out the schedule was meant for someone else.

"Mr. Brookes, what are you holding in your hands?" That wouldn't be an electronic device, right?" Ms. Green was suddenly looming over Conner's shoulder. Busted! I couldn't help but smirk as Conner looked petrified with this long dramatic sigh, he handed over his DS.

"You will get this back at the end of the week," Ms. Green said while walking away with his prized possession.

"The end of the week? Is she serious?" Conner exclaimed.

I tried hard not to laugh at his misery, what did he expect?

"You know you were bound to get caught by Ms. G someday. She's the strictest with electronics. I'm still impressed you managed to get away with it for so long, you only have yourself to blame."

"Oh, shut up Mike, about a third of those problems are wrong by the way."

"Only a third? I thought for sure it would be the whole page." I said still teasing him.

I took my pencil eraser and poked his arm,

"So genus, are you gonna help me or not?" I asked, still poking his arm.

Conner rolled his eyes but returned a smile at me,

"Yeah, yeah, since I have nothing better to do."

I was almost tempted to say it was his own fault but decided he might get sour and refuse to help me, so I kept my mouth shut. I know for sure I need all the good grades I can get to pass this class.