Porter sat in the middle of the math classroom, sighing and staring at the wall. God this was hard. He changed his view to the ceiling, laughing softly to himself when he saw all the spitballs up there, seriously ew. Porter was a senior and taking a regular math class. Not stupid and not advanced, he was a pretty average boy with almost everything. Thtas just how he was and how he planned to stay. Sighing once more he looked around, there were a few of his friends in this class but he was pissed off so he wasn't sure what he was going to say to them. He didnt' want to lash out and whatever but still. All of the sudden the teacher called on him. Shxt. Porter blushed and shook his head, she asked the question again. "What is this answer Porter?" she said, staring at him. Doing it quickly in his head he answered with a grin, he was right. "Good job.. next time pay attention more though." blushing again he watched her pass out worksheets.

Telling them they could work with a friend he grumbled, everyone was pairing up and he was just going to be with who was left, looking around there were only one boy left, someone he didnt know. Walking up to him Porter sat down and smiled, he was cute but probably straight. Eh, maybe bisexual, who knows. "Hi, I'm Porter. Partners?" he asked looking at the complicated worksheet and hoping to god this boy right here was smart, or liked to talk. They could do the work on their own, the boy could help Porter, or they could talk about something. Whatever the other boy decided on Porter would be fine with, but he was leaning twords number three if it was his decision.