"Right...."
An alarm shatters the silence of the room. Resisting the urge to crush the damn thing Xander opts to smash the off button with enough force to crack the digital display. Its not that he hates school, quite the contrary. He does however hate the waking for class, not to mention it was after that wonderful time of not needing to wake till well after noon...
Not one to care about appearances he tossed on some clothes from his floordrobe, smelling to ensure that they where "clean" the lucky winners where a pair of track pants, a sporty stripe on them, and a rather tight fitting black long sleeve shirt. Breathing in his hand left Xander repulsed, he accepts the fact that he is going to need to freshen up a tad. And outside of that, he went about his morning per the norm, hating every second of it.
Arriving on campus was more of a burden than he would have liked. A sandal strap broke on his hike, Meaning he walking about bare foot...

A rather chatty pair beat him to the classroom. A nerd and his firebrand it would seem. He didn't catch most of the conversation but the dude seem to have issues with folks touching him....Weird. He didn't exactly look like the type that would have problems, with wandering hands. Finding a seat towards the wall, he made sure that he could rest his head comfortably before getting his early morning time killer.Zzzzzz