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~School- math class~

Deuce took the seat closest to the door and not in the front of the classroom. He sat down in the second to last row in the third column as his math teacher, Mr. Vincent, rose from his seat and started off with his daily routine: attendance.

"Elizabeth,"

"Here."

"Jordan,"

"What's up, Doc?"

"Brendan,"

"What?"

"Courtney,"

"Present, Mr. Vincent. And I must you look very nice thi-!"

"Can it, Courtney. Deuce?" Mr. Vincent looked for Deuce.

"Here, sir."

"Okay. Frank?" A guy leaned back in his chair, toothpick in his mouth.

"John, I told you already. I'm The Complication!"

"Uh huh, Frank. Kendra?" silence, "Hm? Kendra's almost always here. Oh well. Absent." he marked Kendra absent. Then, a girl walked into the classroom. Some students looked at her, like the Complication, as others didn't pay attention, like Deuce.

She handed Mr. Vincent a pass, "Sorry for being tardy, Mr. Vincent. I was helping a teacher copy papers and she dropped them everywhere. Did I miss anything?"

"Only attendance, fortunately."

Kendra looked at the class, "Are there any seats left?"

"I don't know. Are there any seats left?" the sound of side conversations erupted. Kendra looked down and Mr. Vincent rubbed his forehead in irritation.

Deuce raised his hand, "There's a seat next to me." Kendra tensed up when she heard his voice.

Mr. Vincent coughed, "It looks like the only seat available, but it's in the back of the class. Do you mind?" Kendra zoned back in, pushing her glasses back in place.

"No, sir, I don't mind." She walked to her seat and pulled out her notebook, textbook, and pencil. Deuce looked at her as she took out her homework from the night before. She felt him looking at her and blushed, "Hi."

Deuce eyes widened being caught from staring at her. He blushed, "Hey."

"Do you need anything? A pencil? Calculator? A copy of last night's homework?"

Deuce thought, "No...No...You have copies of homework?"

"Yeah. For Frank and everyone else who don't bother to do their homework." Frank turned around towards her.

"Hey, Kenculator. Got my homework?" Frank asked.

"Right here. Which grade do you want?"

"Ummm...B. Minus." Kendra pulled out a copy of the homework and gave it to him, "Thanks."

Kendra turned to Deuce, who's jaw was dropped, "See? It's what I do."

Deuce toyed his headphones, "So you're pretty much a nerd who does people's work."

She thought, "...Yeah, pretty much. I'm thinking of turning it to a business?" Deuce nodded.

"That's cool. Well, I'm Deuce Martinez." He stuck his hand out.

Kendra shook it, "Kendra. Abernathy." they smiled.

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