“I believe the answer is, Mr. Teach, is that we must turn to page three hundred and ninety....four,” the boy responded, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes he leaned back into the chair. What the point of it all, really? Home economics? Tristan didn’t need to be here and it was a waste of everyone’s time until... welp, there it goes. The bell was ringing. “And that’s my cue, Mr. Teach.” Hopping off from the top of his desk, he quickly made his way to the front of the room towards the blonde that he had been working for the past few days on a presentation for English (surprisingly, the only class he actually liked). “Ay, Ay! Mickey wait up!” Jogging to meet he girl, he gave her a big grin and cocked his head to the side. “Home ecs, right?” What, Tristan? Okay, that was stupid. “Look, just. School’s over, we gotta work on that presentation, right? Me and you? You and I? Together at last, thank god almighty, we are together at last?”