Even tapped his fingers restlessly on the desk. As if the school day couldn't be any longer. It was snowing heavily outside the school window and all he could think about was getting out so that out so that he could push everyone off i his /i snow and lie in it. His parents wouldn't be coming to get him today with –

"Even!" a far off voice shouted piecing his thought pattern.

"Um yes." Even said back coldly but with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

"The answer to the problem?"

Even looked up. There was an odd mixture of numbers, symbols, and triangles on the board. The teacher had called on him because she knew he was not paying any attention to the lesson. "Um..." he started. There was an air of tension as the class was waiting for a likely mess up so that the result would have them laughing.

"Well if you're not going to--" the teacher started but was interrupted.

"The answer is either four or -16."Even said finally smirking as if he had known all along.

"Well I find it impressive that you have found both answers but –" the teacher started again.

"Given the nature of this problem, in theory the answer cannot be negative. Therefore, the answer has to be four. Even said and the room was silent again.

"Impressive, all that brainpower and you choose to waste it." The teacher replied obviously implying that his answer was correct.

Even smirked. "Oh but whatever do you mean by 'wasted brainpower'? I think finding ways to torture a person is a i valid /i purpose for my 'brainpower 'usage."

Obviously disgusted by his response all the teacher could say was the word "Detention."

Satisfied enough by the events that had just occurred Even went back to his work… staring out of the window at the falling snow that seemed to be growing farther and farther away from him.

For someone like Even, detention was no stranger. In fact he had been thrown in detention numerous times for "saying just a little too much." Today in particular he was joined by a red haired girl. She seemed to be the silent sort and was kind of cute. He sat back in his chair as he watched her 'do lines.'

"So, he whispered coolly to her, what's a pretty girl like you in here for?" There was no reply. He figured that she was ignoring him as most people do. Yet he had not seen her before so either she was not in his year or she was new, either way she did look younger than him.

"I—she started to say after a long silence and it was easy to tell that she was in tears. —did something terrible."

Even smiled. "Now it couldn't have been that bad." Yes she was definitely younger and this was definitely easy. At this point in time he felt the need to hold her, hug her, or something, but he quickly shook that idea off remembering that they i were /i in detention.

It was well after six before even made his way back home through the snow; the girl's number securely in his pocket. He had scored another one of his many catches.