Doing All Right

Homework

Roger
Y know, I'd like school a whole lot more better if we didn't have nearly as much homework as we do. My English professor, Mr. Rogers assigned us a two-page essay that's due by Monday on this book we're reading! It's Wednesday now, and I should probably be getting on it but I haven't actually read the whole thing yet. Just the first chapter. Let's just hope that he can't tell I bullshit my papers. My maths teacher gave us a packet of sheets from our textbook to do over the weekend, seven pages mind you. Un-fucking-believable.
It's 5th period now, the bell's just rang. I packed up my things from biology, my favorite class but still packed to the asshole with homework. Off to maths now, yippee. I stalked the halls, earning a few glances from passing students at the college. God, I probably look like I'm going to pull a gun and shoot up a class. I may be violent at times, but for lack of Christ I'm not evil.

Aaaaannnndddddd I arrive to Hell. The price of the ticket to Hell is my sanity, but the reward is a degree. So I endure, mainly to please my parents and to gather the money. I plop my stuff down in my desk, which is seat thirty nine. And it's in the middle of the fucking room. I would prefer to be at the back, but my professors eye me like I'm a troublemaker or something. I stare at the board and watch as the rest of the class files in neatly. Girls talking to each other in groups, boys tromping in all rowdy and shit. I never understood how some people can be so loud and peppy. Although it's their life, people like that never fail to irritate the hell out of me.
I turned to look around, and bam. There was the boy who was a sight for sore eyes. He was somewhat of a nerd, he answered a lot of the questions Mr. Winchester asked around and got all As. Not that I don't like smart boys, it's just impossible for someone to smart like that the entire year. In all of his classes. He had curly brown locks, and it was short so he looked like he had an Afro almost. But it was a bit longer, maybe down to his ears. His eyes were a perfect hazel, with spots of caramel mixed in. And Jesus, he was tall. I'm around 5'10", so he must be 6'1", give or take an inch. His skin was a fair peach color, but he wasn't too tan.
His name is Brian. I couldn't quite remember his last name, something to do with nature. Was it Summer? March? No, it's on the top of my damn tongue. May! His last name is May, pretty fit for someone who loves animals and nature-y shit.

"Okay, settle down," Professor Winchester was in. He had long hair and green eyes, I think he's a hippie. I don't care much though, I'm just hoping we don't have too much to do. As I was admiring this boy from my seat, he looked at me. That's my cue to turn away, I thought. He looked at me with an expressionless face until I turned away due to awkwardness.  I couldn't read his face, he didn't display his emotions like others sometimes do. Mysterious, I like it. "Alright class, today we're doing something fun for maths." I hoped it's something actually fun, like watching a film or getting a free day to catch up on our other classes. "I'm assigning a project." Not too bad, better than a packet.

"You will get in groups of two to do this."

Fuck my life.