"Thanks! I owe you one." 

Evan commented and Evangeline returned the grateful smile. It was nice to hear some manners. Most of the day she was surrounded by her brothers who idea of manners was to not break your things too badly when they returned them from being stolen in the first place. But what one thing did he owe her? Was this code word among the drug dealer ring in this school for something? Evangeline winked awkwardly at Evan, showing that she understood, and if he wanted to give her the package of goods, she was ready for them.

Her pockets were ready for them.

Her green eyes then watched Evan fill out his slip and get up to turn his paper in. Her pencil still tight in his hand. Her lips now gaped in shock. [i] "I thought he was different.. "[/i] she grumbled, assuming that the boy had now stolen her beloved pencil and that she would not be getting it back today, or perhaps ever again. At his return, he handed back the pencil. 

He even thanked her for stealing it.

[i]"I will assume that was the one thing he owed me. It's probably better this way anyways, this guy is a weirdo."[/i] Eva thought, taking the pencil and putting it down on the table securely next to her. She hadn't given her paper to the teacher yet. Wasn't he supposed to just come pick it up? What was this guy getting paid for? To look pretty and for Evangeline to make terrible math sex puns at him? 

"I'm Evan, by the way." 

[i]"Hold that thought- Evan Bytheway."[/i] Evangeline told the boy, putting her hand up to stop him from talking as she scooted behind him; paper and pencil in hand. She laid the paper on the teacher's desk quickly, as it seemed like he was about to take Sonya and put her into a choke hold. Sitting back down she decided the best place for her pencil was back in her pocket.

[i]"I'm Evangeline."[/i] she creepily smiled, giving the boy a look that would make most people nervous.