"Boob, we're leaving now. Get your butt out of bed!"

Drake mumbled incoherently as he folded his pillow over his head.

"Mmmnnnnnnnmmmauuughhh… liar, it's only like….. Two in the morning evening…."

"Drake. It's 7:44. We leave in," Megan checked her watch, "Thirty two seconds."

Drake bolted upright and kicked off his blankets frantically. "SHIT!" Drake stormed in to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

"Whoops, looks like you're time is UP! Guess Mr. Boobe is walking his butt to school once again. Smell ya later." Megan smirked as she sashayed down the hall.

Drake brushed his teeth furiously, so harsh he spat out blood in to the sink along with the stale Aquafresh he had left open on his now singely occupied bathroom, ever since Josh moved in to the guest room down the hall prior. Drake didn't even bother with combing his hair as he fished a pair of True Religions out of a heap of dirty laundry in the middle of his room. He absentmindedly pulled on his favorite blue Black Sabbath tee shirt and slipped on a pair of tattered Chuck Taylor's with no socks. He grabbed his now organized binder off the end table, attempting to jam it in his already crowded backpack. With all the textbooks in his back pack, it simply could not fit without bursting the seams. Agitated, he tucked it under his arm and raced out the front door.

Any other year of his life, Drake could care less about being late to school. However, losing his best friend in the middle of junior year left him with no other option but to study for the rest of the school year. Surprisingly, getting good grades in high school did not require any sort of intelligence. Drake had managed to pull his GPA up from a 1.56 to a 3.4 – not exactly stellar, but it was pretty decent.

He did not want to be late for the first day of the second semester of his senior year. It had finally dawned on him all these years that school was actually slightly important.

Drake nearly sprinted the three miles to the local high school, getting there in record time. Drake scrambled up the steps, and finally found his way to his homeroom. Fifteen minutes late.

"Sorry I'm late, Miss. Brewer." Drake smiled flirtatiously at his young twentysomething teacher, leaning on her desk, glad he remembered to put on some axe as he shook his messy auburn hair out of his chocolatetly brown eyes.

"Ahh,." She blushed and cleared her throat, "It's okay. Here's your new schedule" She plucked a piece of warm printer paper from a pile on her desk.

Drake took it, nodded his head and went to his seat.

Period 1

Chemistry 2

Hallander

Period 2

Algebra 3-4

Armstrong

Period 3

Advanced Placement Spanish

Jimenez

Period 4

Advanced Placement

World History

Casas

Period 5

High School English 3

Hayfer

Drake skimmed the schedule, everything looked good, he had all the classes he needed, Spanish came naturally to him and History was piece of cake, as for algebra and chem., he could easily get Craig or Eric to help him out, Enlgish -WAIT WHAT?

"Miss Brewer! What the hell?" Drake accidentally woke up half the sleeping homeroom, but he could care less.

The petite blonde's eyes widened. "Drake, please lower your voice. What seems to be the problem?"

Drake got up and brought the schedule to her desk. "Why am I taking that frickin class AGAIN? With…. It?" Miss Brewer took the schedule and examined it.

"Well, Drake, it's district policy that if a lowerclassmen does not receive a college eligible grade of a C or high, and does not retake it, they are required to retake it the second semester of their senior year."

Drake's mouth jaw dropped in disbelief. "But I worked hard for that D."

Miss Brewer shrugged her narrow shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you. I'm sorry, you'll have to talk to the counselor about it. I can't do anything about schedule changes."

Drake frowned, and as the bell rang, he took his backpack and went to first period Chem.

At least, if he did get stuck in tenth grade English, he could at least score with some slutty sophomores.