John stared out the window as the rain poured down. He knew he should have been listening to the lesson, but he couldn't concentrate. Besides, he's known about the history of Julius Caesar's reign since he was in the sixth grade! John couldn't concentrate. His mind was running with his emotions.

I still can't believe I got nominated for prom king, John was telling himself. Why would I be? I'm not that popular. At my old school, I was basically a geek! Stop that, John! Stop telling yourself that this school is like the one in Chicago, okay? It's not. Gotham and Chicago are two totally different cities. Two different worlds, for that matter! Besides, if I do become prom king, all the girls would want to go out with me, all the boys would want to hang out with me, I would become Mr. Popular!

But what would happen if all of a sudden I didn't have enough time for Dylan and Jenny. Would they be my friends anymore? Or would the just think that I'm too popular for them. Would I miss my friends? Would they even be my friends? And what about Jenny? Would she like me more or less or just still remain the same? You know that you love Jenny, John. But does she love you? Or are you too much of a geek for her?

Stop it! Stop it right now! You're an attractive boy, you're smart, you're funny, any girl would want to go out with you! Jenny would probably say yes if you ask her to go on a date, to get married, for that matter! Then an awful thought bounced into John's head. If we do get married, would her mom still be alive to come to the wedding?

"Mr. Crane!" John jumped up and faced his attention to Mr. Togo. The history teacher was a fairly young man, about in his late twenties, very tall, about six foot seven, blond hair that was light enough to look like a halo, green eyes that seemed to sparkle whenever he was happy, but had on glasses, much like John's, to hide behind. "Yes, Mr. Togo?" John asked the teacher.

"What did the fortune teller tell Julius Caesar to beware?"

"The Ides of March."

"Thank you, Mr. Crane. At least SOMEBODY was paying attention to my class!"

"Oh yeah?" Eugene Harolds blurted out. Eugene was your typical school snobby geek. He wore big, baggy pants with his buttoned up shirt tucked with, of course, suspenders and hid behind huge glasses that Dylan made a joke that he could fill a whole chair with them. "If he was paying attention, than why was he looking out the window with a look like he was daydreaming?"

"Uh…" John didn't know how to answer Eugene's question. "Well…uh…I…"

"Shut up, Eugene!" John turned his head to see Bruce Wayne, the most popular kid in school, turning his head to face Eugene. "Just because he was staring out the window doesn't mean he wasn't paying attention!"

"But he…"

"You're always trying to outsmart someone," Bruce cut off Eugene. "Always trying to make someone feel as if you know more than them. Well, you know what, Eugene? John and I may not be geniuses, but you're no genius either. You're just a regular kid trying to feel that he needs more excitement to his life. You feel that you're not important enough, so you show off to everybody about how smart and organized you are! Well, wanna know something, Einstein? Nobody likes a show off!"

"Mr. Wayne…" Mr. Togo was cut off by Eugene's obnoxious voice.

"I do not!" Eugene exclaimed. "I didn't even say anything how I was paying attention to the class and John here was staring off into space, probably thinking about some girl in this school!"

"You just did, genius!" Bruce exclaimed. "Don't you know when to stop, Harolds?"

"Mr. Wayne!" Mr. Togo exclaimed. The two teenagers quit their argument and faced their attention to the teacher. "If you would like to start a fight with Mr. Harolds, that's fine. And if you want to be sent to detention after the fight, along with Mr. Harolds, that's fine too!"

"Hey!" John yelled to the teacher. "You're sending someone to detention just because he was standing up for me? Mr. Togo, with all due respect, Eugene should be sent to detention for being a snob and I should be sent for not paying attention during class?"

"So you weren't paying attention?"

"Of course not! I've known this crap about Julius Caesar since the sixth grade!" At this point, the whole class was rolling on the floor laughing. John was just relieved that Dylan wasn't in the class. It would have been worse if Jenny was in the class. Bruce turned his head and smiled at John. John smiled back.

"Well, I'm glad that this discussion was made during the last five minutes of this class," Mr. Togo announced. "Class…is dismissed." At this point John shot up, grabbed his books, and stormed right out of the classroom. John kept on walking until he reached his and Dylan's locker. Where was Dylan? He wasn't anywhere in sight.

"I'm gonna die of embarrassment," John muttered under his breath. Suddenly, before he could reach his hand out to his locker, he felt a hand on his shoulder. John jumped around to see Bruce with a big grin on his face. "Thanks for standing up to Mr. Togo," he told John.

"Thanks for standing up to Eugene," John replied.

"Somebody had to."

"I know. First month in this school and he's already on the very top of my list."

"Am I on the list?"

"No."

"Then I'm good."

"Yeah."

"Hey, uh, I've noticed that you're very good at history. You see, I'm, uh, not really doing so good in it, and I was wondering, maybe you could tutor me in it."

"Uh, well, I'll have to check my schedule. You see, my best friends and I are always going out, and when they're not, I'm out with my mom. But I think I can squeeze you in."

"Thanks, Dr. Crane." They both laughed. Bruce said a quick goodbye to John and ran towards his locker. John opened his locker when he heard Dylan say, "So, I'm taking it you met Bruce Wayne."