Robert was surprised at first that Priscilla would ever think that he would laugh at her misfortune. That would be unbelievably rude of him to do. He didn't care if other people laughed at him, he had gotten used to it with the amount of times he made a fool of himself, but he'd do whatever was in his power to keep that from happening to Priscilla. He was about to tell her all of that as well as answer her truthfully that he had purposefully refused to look when her undergarments were showing, but the bell suddenly cut him off before he got the chance, and he lost sight of Priscilla in the mass migration of students. "Remember Robert, tell her exactly all of that next time you get the chance. Don't forget a word," he said to himself as he walked to his next class.

"Math. Why did it have to be math?" Robert thought out loud as Prof. Fullbuster passed out the work that he wanted everyone was to do in class. He tried his best at each problem, but found that a majority of the time he would have to skip it because he knew nothing about how it was supposed to be done. Once he had done what he could, he quickly checked the time, only to find out that only half the period had gone by. "This sucks," he said aloud before slumping in his chair. He then looked around the room to find that most of the other students were still working on their packets. Robert let out a heavy sigh before trying to find miscellaneous ways to waste time.

Now history, that was something Robert was good at. Actually, a better word would have been "excelled at." When he was a small child, he would oftentimes read the local library's history books for fun. He found an odd sense of enjoyment from reading these stories of different civilizations. So, when Prof. Oobleck presented a slideshow to the class, it was mostly just review for him. Still, he enjoyed it nonetheless.

Finally, Lunch came around. Unsurprisingly though, Robert had the misfortune to be at the very back of the line. He watched as everyone he knew grabbed their own lunches and began to socialize and eat, only making him more bored and more hungry. As the line got smaller and smaller, Robert could see his prize come closer and closer. The last chicken sandwich. He guessed by the fact that almost everyone had chosen it that it had to be the best item on the menu. He began to reach for it when the smell of Gren's steaks caught his attention. He turned around to try and find where the smell was coming from, but couldn't place it among the crowd. When he turned back toward the chicken sandwich, it was gone. When he was distracted someone had grabbed it right from under his nose. "Dang, I didn't want pasta." As Robert reached the front of the line, a sudden realization hit him. "I don't have any money. How am I going to pay for this food? I'm starving already, I couldn't possibly go the rest of the day without food. Oh, well. Maybe I can just feign ignorance and get a free pass this time?" he said aloud. When he gave his information to the woman working the lunch line though, she just let him pass, saying that there was more than enough money already on his account. Only one way that could have happened, Robert's old pal had bailed him out again. "I'll have to remember to go see him tomorrow, if I can't today."

As Robert approached the table that Priscilla, Daniel, and Greyson were sitting, he noticed Rayna standing nearby. "Is she apologizing to Priscilla again?" Robert first thought. As he got closer though, he picked up some of what she said. "-orms of our fighting. Your weakne- you worry about how -ink of you. I took advantag- and I destroyed your will to resis-." The conversations of other students made it difficult for Robert to hear every word, but he had heard enough. She wasn't apologizing, she was making fun of her further. Or at least, that's what Robert thought. He didn't realize that Rayna's intention was to give Priscilla advice. "Hey, haven't you done enough already?" Robert asked Rayna angrily.