The scene with Abi cause Tristan to chuckle a bit silently. "High school." He muttered under his breath. Soon the class would end, but just before the bell rang Mr. Williams scoffed and handed out some worksheets. "As I said at the beginning of the class you will all be doing a project in teams of two. I have already matched you up in pairs and written them on the top of your worksheets." With that said the bell rang. Mr. Williams was quick to leave as he had another class to teach in about 5 minutes and the rest of the class was quick to scramble out. Two of the jocks took a little extra time to punch Tristan in the arm. "Better not be late again runt." One of them said before they were out the door.

"Right..." Tristan said rubbing his arm slightly before looking at the sheet. "Abi..." He whispered with a slight look of shock and terror on his face. It could have been anyone else. Anyone would have been easier to walk up to and speak with. But he assigned Abi as his partner. He turned his head to see if she was still in the room. He had study hall or in his eyes, and the eyes of Midtown High, a free period. He had no doubt that on her work sheet his name was at the top just as her's was.