11:26 AM

There were still a few minutes until his class would start. Staring down at his phone, he slumped over the lab table, still trying to get that high score on that game James had told him about. He wasn't really feeling up to sitting there for an hour and a half, watching the clock until it signified that it was time to pack up and high tail out of the building. To make matters worse, he was stuck in his boring Bio Lab class, having to retake the class in a college setting since he had failed it his senior year of high school. It was his first day in this class, and he had opted to take it during his second semester. His buddy James had took it the semester prior, so at least he'd have someone to tutor him and help him with any work he had. Of course, there were always other viable payment options, most of which would get him out of having to do the assignment at all. It was only the first day, though, so Kendall wouldn't count his lucky stars just yet.

He looked over to the left of him, eyeballing the strange, latino man sitting next to him. He had only just met him minutes prior, and already he was annoyed with how gross and annoying he was. To be honest, he didn't even care to learn what his name was. Hopefully he'd be able to score a different lab partner the next time he was in this class. Not wanting him to catch him staring, Kendall quickly turned away, hoping the guy wouldn't strike up a conversation with him. Keeping his distance, he resumed with his game, tapping away at the virtual little candies cascading down the screen of his phone.

"Shit." Kendall once again was unable to finish the third level, which was pretty embarrassing, since he was pretty sure James was somewhere in the hundreds. Not wanting to waste all of his battery life, he exited to his home screen, seeing that it was already 11:38. Great, not only was he stuck in this class he didn't even want to take, he was also stuck with some careless teacher who would probably be late everyday and drawl on and on about how the traffic was bad or whatever it was old people bitched about. Oh well, he could always catch up on some missing sleep. He was sure his weirdo lab partner would tell him all about what he missed.

CRASH

Looking up, he saw that some bumbling idiot wearing an ugly sweater vest had just dropped all his materials walking into class. Snorting, he couldn't help but laugh at this kid making a loser out of himself on the first day. He wasn't able to get a good look at the kid as he walked up to the main desk for whatever reason, but if his face was anything like his wardrobe, Kendall knew he wasn't missing much. Going back to his phone, he remained indifferent until he heard a voice speaking to the classroom.

"Good morning, class. Sorry about being late, you know traffic and all, heh…. Anyways, how is everyone doing today?" Met by a deafening sound of boredom and noncommittal grunts, the kid awkwardly went back to talking. "Okay, um, th-that's fine. So, um, class, as you may know, this is Biology 101. I'm hoping you guys all know that, if not, well, now you do. I'll be your teacher, and while your schedule may say that I'm "Professor Mitchell", you guys can go ahead and call me Mr. Logan. We're all friends here, right?" Saying his piece, the man's eye began to light up, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to spark some sort of enthusiasm in the classroom. If not, then this would be the longest semester of his life. And judging by the stares of his students, he was sure it'd probably be the latter.

Kendall, on the other hand, could not believe his eyes. Forget anything he said about his professor being some haggard old fart. This kid looked to only be a few years older than him, and despite the hideous outfit, his face was anything but. Was the class starting off rocky? Yeah, but if Kendall could look forward to seeing this guys face on an almost daily basis, then he was in no position to be upset. How did someone this young land such a hard to get job like this though? No doubt, he must have been some sort of baby genius as a kid. He still had a youthful look to his face, and considering how much of a dork this kid was, Kendall was sure this was the hottest dork he had ever seen in his life. All that was left to wonder was what he was rocking under that argyle material…

Shit. It was barely the first day and he was already "hot for teacher". So what, he was a sucker for short and stocky brunettes, with cute dimples and hopefully a cute, dimpled ass to match. He'd definitely have to ask James about this guy, assuming Kendall had the same professor James did the semester prior. Until then, all Kendall could do was stare at the guy as he drawled on and on, tuning out anything he said about the syllabus and any future labs they would have during the course.

He didn't want to put too many eggs in one basket, though. Sure the guy was cute, but what if he was one of those asshole professors who could care less about the shit load of work he'd inflict on his students? Of course, if Kendall were to be faced with a failing grade in the class, he could always sweeten the teacher up, making him want to give Kendall an A. Kendall was a master at persuasion, amongst other things, but if he were to go by his teacher's outfit of choice, well, he wasn't sure how well he'd fare at convincing a straight guy with his mouth.

Either way, he was sure this class wouldn't be as boring as he expected it to be.