Len POV

I dumped everything in my locker and pulled out my backpack. Finally. It was Friday and school was finally over with for a whole two days!

I joined the crowd that was swarming out the front doors of the school to the buses.

The progression to the buses was slow and painfully boring. All of my friends had to go the other way and I was left alone for most of the journey.

There was an overwhelming sense of joy as I finally set foot on the bus. That feeling was crushed almost instantly.

Just my luck. There were no seats left. Great, I'd probably have to sit next to some creep, or some rabid fangirl who'd ask me to be her prince. Actually now that I think about it, there's no diffrence between the two.

I spotted a seat to my left with only one person in it. I stopped next to it.

There was a boy about my age in it. At least I think I think it's a boy, the clothing suggests so, but I'm not really sure, since he has long white hair.

"Mind if I sit here?" I questioned.

The boy looked up.

"Sure." He looked back down at the book he was reading, ignoring me. Looks like I was right, a creep. But at least he wouldn't disturb me during the ride home.

I took a seat next to him and examined his book closer.

I could barely contain my surprise.

"Whoa! What's that?" I asked him.

He looked up at me with an irritated look.

"A college textbook." He replied.

"How can you understand that?"

"I read, write, and spell at a college level."

"Are you in college then?"

"No. I'm starting school here Monday, I had to take a tour today."

He said nothing more, leaving me in an awkward silence.

It was only then that I realized he was flipping the pages of the book quickly. There was no way he had enough time to read each page. So much for being impressed.

"You're not really reading." I stated out loud.

"Of course I am."

"There's no way you can read that fast, you liar."

That seemed to irritate him further.

"I can prove it, here, quiz me on any page."

He pushed the book towards me. It was a Mathematics book.

"Okay, solve this." I pulled a piece of paper out and wrote the following;

Find the range for f(x)

f(x)=x-2;x2

He looked at the paper for a second before quickly writing f(x)0 on the back.

I checked the answer key.

"How did you do that?" I questioned.

"I used my brain." He replied.

He took the book back from my hands and continued flipping through it.

"There's no way you're an 8th grader." I exclaimed.

"Starting Monday I am."

The bus stopped on Richmond street, otherwise known as rich kid street.

The boy stood up.

"Can you move? This is my stop."

He was rich, and smart. A deadly combination.

I let him through.

Before he got off the bus, he turned towards me.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Kagamine Len." I replied. "And yours?"

"Piko. Utatane Piko."

And with that he got off the bus.

NOTE: Some of the math Equation got erased, and also sorry for not updating, my computer was having some problems, on a sidenote, CrazyllamapersonLol pukes rainbows.

~Written by A