"Sup," he mutters as he slams down possibly the messiest binder I have ever seen. No wonder this guy can never turn in his homework... I'm willing to bet there's some sort of singularity in there.
"Hi," I smile back, although it probably looks more like a grimace. Well, they said I had to make him pass his classes, not that he had to like it. An awkward silence now ensues, with Jackass Von Moron over here leaning back and acting like he's the coolest thing since the Ice Age.
"So, what are you planning on doing?" he smirks at me, breaking the silence. I get the sudden urge to smack his smart ass into next Tuesday, but I somehow manage to restrain myself.
"Well, you're currently flunking or have low C's in all of your classes except PE. I reccomend focusing on either Algebra 2 or Biology because they're both a fairly impressive F."
"You callin' me stupid?" he asks, suddenly aggressive as two other football players walk by.
"No, I'm stating facts. Those classes are gonna screw you over like you wouldn't believe if you don't get your ass caught up now," I snap back. "Look, neither of us wants to be here, but you need the grade and I need the out-of-school activity. We can either openly hate each other or we can suck it up and get the job done so we can go back to hating each other as fast as possible."
"Whatever," he mutters with utter apathy. I roll my eyes and pull out the Algebra textbook.
"Okay, so the point at which an exponential function hits the x-axis..." I begin, knowing full well he's ignoring me in favor of the bimbos sitting at the next table over. Hell, I'll give this a shot. Worst comes to worst, he flunks and I don't give a damn.
