Your name is DAVE STRIDER and you are walking back to your dorm.

You are currently fustrated with the fact that not only are you being punished, but now as an added punishment, have to be tutored. And by a dork, too.

Not that anyone period was good enough to tutor you. Not even Lalonde, that snarky broad.

And of course, this was going to take a lot out of your very busy schedule. But Starbucks wasn't all that bad, maybe this kid was okay. Anyone who thinks its a good idea to study at a Starbucks scores at least a two out of ten on your list.

As you near your dorm, incidentally labeled 124, you notice someone standing in front of the door. A familiar someone. A certain someone. And now, your shit is fucked.

"Lalonde," you growl as you come to a stop in front of her.

"Hello David," she says cheerily, and you grimace, "Its a nice day, isn't it?"

"The point, Lalonde, the point."

"Of what, exactly?"

"Why are you here. Why are you ruining my already shitty day. The blue as fuck sky begins to rumble with my disturbance, then after the rumbling, a huge dick with teeth just popped in the sky. Everyone gaped with horror as my face fell like something slipping off the Niagra Falls, and I was probably a fourteen year old when his mom takes his one-year membership. Shit gets serious, I throw a motherfucking tantrum and take a video, I'll probably be selling fake tickets afterward though."

"There is no such thing as a dick with teeth, Dave."

"Of course there is. Why else would people buy the fake tickets other than to see a huge dick with shiny canines?"

"I'm terrified." Rose says with a smile.

"You should be." You retort, and she skips to a different topic as quickly as if you both had been four year olds playing hopscotch.

"So, Strider," Rose draws out the word like a sticky wad of gum, "What subject are you falling behind in currently?"

"How do you know I'm falling behind?" Immediately you regret having jumped to defense so quickly. Her eyes light up like a baby suddenly getting its candy back after it was taken.

"You can't evade me now, Dave."

"Alright, if I tell you, what's in it for me?"

"Typical." she begins, "There is something in it for you, but something I do not know if you are ready for it. At least not yet."

You are grimacing so hard you are pretty sure you are about to pop a muscle in your cheeks. "Fuck you." You growl, "Biology is actually hard."

"If you used your notes, David," What a flighty broad. "Maybe you wouldn't have this problem."

"Alright alright," you start, "I'm bitching around in Biology and so now I'm being punished by being tutored by a dork. What was his name, Joe? Jude? Not like it matters anyway. I'll probably just skip it."

"His name is John." Rose corrected, "And you shouldn't skip it. You should go. You're making friends. And it is your fault for so-called 'bitching' is completely uneccesary."

"Fine then, I'll go."

"Good."

"And besides," Rose continues, "You need more friends."

Oh god, that's way too many times she said friends in the same conversation. Fuck.