"Hey, boys!" A silky voice slid into my ear as I walked next to Robin. We both turned around and stared at the one and only Serenity.

"Oh, hey, Serenity."

"You must be Robin." The goddess pushed me aside and stared at Robin. "I'm Serenity, nice to meet you." She spoke with a girly tone while twirling her hair.

"Hello Serenity. Nice to meet you as well." Serenity forced him to shake her hand, of course letting her hand linger for too long.

"So...Robin, how are you doing?" Robin took a quick gander at me then moved his eyes back to Serenity's.

"I'm doing great. Thanks for asking." Robin pulled his wrist to his eyes and sighed. "Would you look at the time, it's time for me to go." Robin ruffled my hair then mumbled a goodbye to Serenity. Funny thing is, Robin wasn't wearing the watch he always wore.

"Huh."

"What?" I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at Serenity.

"His voice is...pretty sexy." Serenity slurred out the word sexy. I bit my lip with a roll of my eyes.

"That's nasty."

"What? You don't think so?"

"Sorry, I don't get love drunk over peoples' voices." She scoffed a British scoff. I don't know what made it British, but it definitely was.

"What-ever." Serenity grumbled some random words then perked up. "Hey, where does Robin eat lunch?" I patted my lip for a second.

"Dunno. I sit with my brother and his friends."

"Oh, so you don't sit with Robin?" I slowly shook my head. The whole time I was staring into her eyes trying to depict what this sentence truly meant. She was sending me bad vibes with the way her lips were curled and how she had so many emotions in her big brown windows for eyes. "Well, that's a shame. I was hoping to sit next to you guys. We would have lots of fun."

"Would we?" Serenity smiled brightly at me.

"Well, I know I would." With that, she bid me farewell.

Chase: Hey, where do you sit during lunch?

Robin: It's a secret. I hide in the shadows like Batman.

Chase: Uh huh.

"Mr. Stone, would you like to tell to me a comma rule?" My terrible English teacher sat her desk while staring into my eyes. She had a way with scaring me, her old wrinkly face was so stern and zombie like.

"No, I actually don't want to answer you." I muttered under my breath. "To be honest Mrs. Gibbler, I don't know. But if I had to guess I would say something to do with a list." I learned that in Elementary school, right?

"Well, that is not false."

"You know, you could just admit that I was right." Another thing about Mrs. Gibbler is that she never wants to admit it if I got the right answer. I mean on my test she writes well you're not wrong. Or sometimes this could have been answered better. It was as if her life depended on me being incorrect.

"But I said to give me some comma rules."

"That is incorrect. You actually asked if I would tell you a comma rule. A being one. By itself. No more than one. Singular. Not plural." The only good thing that comes out of English is my constant arguing with the 50 something year old. The class got a kick out of it and I get to be stupid. It's a win win.

"Items in a series, that is what it is called. Saying multiple things and adding commas in between."

"Yeah, that's basically what I said."

"Diana, would you tell me another comma rule?" And then this girl, Diana, who I have never seen before, answered. Of course, she got it right, I mean the majority of my classmates were smarter than me. But I would have been okay with her just answering. What I wasn't okay with is that after she answered she smirked at me as if she was better than me. I glared at her gritting my teeth. Oh, you think you're all that, Diana. "Excellent, Diana."

"Yeah, excellent, Diana." I copied. She just laughed at me. I swear I've never seen her before and she's trying to one-up me.

"You know, Chase, your brother would have given the correct answer right away." I ripped my eyes from this Diana girl and glared at Mrs. Gibbler.

"Don't compare me to my brother." The fourth thing about Mrs. Gibbler is that she likes to compare me to my brother. Jace, her favorite student of all time, answers all the right questions, doesn't disrespect her, listens, and gets all A's, the perfect component to compare me to.

"I'm just saying."

"Yeah, well, don't say it." I crossed my arms over my chest, watching as she advanced to her desk. Man, I fucking hate her.

"Jace, I don't think you realize how your studious acts cause me pain in class." My brother who knows the comma rules like the back of his own hand looked at me with confusion. "Stop being smart and maybe my teachers will stop comparing me to you." Jace laughed.

"Ooorr, you can get your grades up. I mean, it's not that hard." I shoved a fry in my mouth and munched loudly.

"Yeah, it is." I shoved another limp fry into my mouth. "I'm sorry I wasn't born with the periodic table memorized." Jace probably was born with the periodic table memorized but he wasn't admitting it.

"I don't think most people are. In fact, I have never met someone who has been. But if you do find someone along those lines, let me know."

"But if you do find someone along those lines, let me know." I mimicked in a childish tone.

"By the way, who was it?"

"Mrs. Gibbler. I fucking hate her. She thinks she's allll that. Tries to compare us. She thinks I'm an idiot. I hate her."

"Well, hate is a strong word." One of the twins chimed in.

"Hate. Her."

"Okay, okay." He backed down.

"To be fair, Chase," My brother smiled at me. "You are an idiot." I stuck my tongue out at my twin. Day 6,334 and Jace is still pushing my buttons.