A/N: Alright, it has been a while since I have posted a new chapter. Oh man, I had quiet a few problems occur at work and that just completely threw me off my focus. Fortunately, all of the problems have subsided...for now. So, let's get back to what really matters, the story!


"Now for this equation, I want you all to tell me what chemical formula this is and then I want you to tell me whether if this chemical is soluble or insoluble." The cheery voice of Lars's Chemistry Professor, Mrs. Ekoda, floated softly in the minimally quiet Chemistry Lab.

All of the students' attention stayed on the professor as she continued to give more instructions to the class; all students except Lars. The golden orbs of the twenty-three year old were concealed by his eye lids. The tired youth was strategically propped up in his chair, the support of his head was solely dependent upon his left arm while his right arm rested on his right thigh.

Although Lars could hear the voice of his professor and his peers, the welcoming whispers of sleep just continued to take over his mind and body. At times, his head would slowly slide away from his left hand and hover in the air for a few seconds before he ultimately veered his head back onto his left hand.

Once the sleepy male regained his comfort, he allowed his mind to drift back into the world of slumber.

"Lars," The sound of Mrs. Ekoda's voice was enough motivation for Lars to force his eyelids to open.

The co-ed took a moment to observe the stern gaze that his professor held on her face. "Lars," Mrs. Ekoda repeated.

Lars lackadaisically positioned himself into a more erected stance in his seat. "Y-yes?"

"I would like for you to solve the equation that is up on the board." The sentence that left her lips was enough to jolt Lars back into reality.

'Shit. I haven't studied all week!' Lars motioned his neck to the left of professor's form and studied the characters and numbers on the board. His sun like orbs studied the chemical formula while his brain forced itself to process the vaguely familiar information.

"Um..." Was the only response that Lars could give to his superior.

Mrs. Ekoda let out a deep sigh of obvious disappointment before she spoke. "I need to speak to you after class." This sentence only made Lars want to kill himself.

While the young man hung his head low in shame, Mrs. Ekoda briskly made her way towards the front of the class room.

"Alright, who would like solve this equation for me?" Asked Mrs. Ekoda.

Out of the twenty odd students in the lab, only one student raise their hand. Lars glared at the nerdy student who vigorously waved her hand in the air.

"Yes, Alisa?"

"That chemical is hydrochloric acid and it is soluble!" The young woman answered with a copious amount of zeal in her voice. Several students stared at the girl as if she was some kind freak on display, while a few students began to whisper amongst themselves.

Lars, on the other hand, was enamored by the nerdy girl's intellect. That lone trait was the only factor about the woman that piqued Lars's interest; However, as for the nerdy woman's physical appearance, that left a lot to be desired for the horny youth. The oddly dyed hair color which was painted in two different shades of pink was a major turn off for him; Along with that, the bookworm glasses were another contributor that lowered the attractiveness of the woman.

As the distracted male continued to critically judge the appearance of the intellectual, the rest of the class continued on to the next problem and began to busy themselves with the tedious work.


"...and remember class, the test will be on Tuesday of next week!" Mrs. Ekoda shouted her reminder over the loud sound effects of chairs sliding against the tile floor and students loudly chatting amongst each other as they rushed out of the entrance of the lab.

Lars glared at the crowd of fortunate students who would not have to stay and suffer a lecture from the professor. 'Oh well, might as well get this over with.' The man thought in a depressing tone as he forced his tired body to rise from the chair. His left arm stretched out towards his plaid black and blue backpack. With haste, the boy slung the bag over his left shoulder and quickly made his way towards the older woman.

Lars halted a few meters away from the desk which his professor stood behind. The male observed how the woman's face was full of concern as well as hesitation.

"Okay, I am not sure how to put this, but, I will just go on ahead and say it," Began Mrs. Ekoda.

Lars steeled his nerves for what was about to come out of the woman's mouth.

"You're failing this course." This blunt statement hit Lars like a tone of bricks.

"I'm failing; but how?"

A sigh escaped from the woman's slightly parted lips. "Well, you haven't been doing too well on the past few tests that I have given," Mrs. Ekoda stated in a calm and soothing tone. "...plus, you're never here on time, and you just don't seem to be that interested in this course." This statement caused the youth grow silent.

It is not that Lars did not find chemistry to be interesting, in fact Lars adored the subject; after all he is a chemistry major. However, he had been having a hard time to find his focus on this course as well as a few other classes. For the past three weeks Lars has been under immerse pressure from his brother about him looking for a job and moving out before the baby arrives. Despite the fact that Lars promised his brother that he would find one, Lars had ended up doing the complete opposite. He has not bothered looking for a job, nor a place to stay; Instead, the youth only busied himself with intense rank matches on Call of Duty: Black Ops II.

'I wonder if I''ll have enough energy to play tonight?' Lars thought with a slight smirk growing on his face.

"Lars?" His Professor's voice interrupted his thoughts of leisure.

"Y-yes?"

"Look, I can understand this course may be a bit challenging-"

"No, it's not a hard class or anything, it's just..." the youth allowed his sentence trail off once his eyes recognized the expression on the woman's face. 'There's no point in giving her some lame ass excuse.' Truth be told, Lars lost track of his academic focus after the harsh break-up with Miyuki.

Mrs. Ekoda interlocked her fingers with one another and cleared her throat. "I can understand that you are going through some issues outside of school and that may be the reason why you are losing focus; However, if your do not improve your grade, then I will have to withdraw you from my class."

"Wait, isn't there something that I can do!?"

"I advise for you to study more or hire a tutor." This direct answer was more than enough information that Lars needed from her.

"...okay." Lars answered in a low whisper.

With that being said, Lars quickly nodded to his professor and rushed towards the entrance/exit of the lab. He stormed out into the empty hallway and began to flail his arms angrily in the air. 'Damn it, why does this keep happening to me!?' I swear if it isn't one thing then it's another!'

The amount of rage wielding up inside of him was too much for Lars to contain. He was beyond infuriated with this new crisis at the moment. Between his horrible break up with his bitch of an ex-girlfriend and the screwed up ultimatum at home, Lars just could not take anymore bad news.

The enraged male stepped up to the austere wall and stared at it for a moment, contemplating whether or not if he was going to take his anger out on the wall or on something else.

"Ah, fuck it!" Once the crude words left his mouth, the man balled up his right fist and jammed it right into the wall. The moment the his fist made contact with the cold, hard, brick wall, the pain immediately rushed to his senses. Lars quickly removed his hand away from the wall and cradled his injured right hand with his left hand.

'That was a bad idea.'


A/N: Well there goes chapter three! I have to say, I am starting to feel sorry as to how much crap Lars has to go through. I guess I will give him a bit of a break in the next chapter.