Micky's eyes moved from the paper that laid blank of his desk, to the boy who stood up in front of the class. He didn't really pay much attention to what he was saying,   all this stuff about Micheal Angelo went in one ear and out the other. Micky likes history as much as the next guy, but only certain time periods, the renaissance not being one of them. If Micky could choose a certain time period in which he'd like to learn about, it would have to be ancient civilizations. 

Just when Micky was about to look back down at his blank paper, he heard the boy speak up again, this time stating his thoughts on the whispers that floated through the classroom. Micky looked around to see if he was talking to anyone in particular, but it seemed like he was talking to the class as a whole. Naturally the teacher disliked this, resulting in some extra class time for him. Micky wasn't really surprised by this, much like the teacher, Micky also had classes with this boy before. His name was Alden something... People called him the 'Mr. Perfectionist' or 'Perfect boy' or something like that. Rumors are, no doubt, a large part of the social structure of high school. Micky tried to distance himself from getting caught in the web, but he knew rumors about him would eventually surface... it was only a matter of time.

Micky didn't understand though. Sometimes when there's rumors about someone, they actually turn out to be a good thing. In this instance, being called 'Perfect' by everyone can be a rumor that has it's ups and downs. It seemed hard for Micky to empathize with Alden, Micky would love to be called 'Perfect'. Although, like most things, it's more than just a word people use to describe you, it's a label, like it or not. Micky looked at Alden and remembered a time when he complimented him of his perfectionism, it wasn't anything special, but it was was genuine.

Micky picked up his binder and books, from his desk and made his way over to the two. Alden and The ice...Mina. Micky didn't know Mina at all, but he knew that the boy, Alden, can be nice when he wants to. Maybe a time like this will change his mood, even a little. Micky stopped just short of the conjoined desks of Mina and Alden. 

[color=aba000]"Hey, uhm, I was wondering... There's only like 29 students in the class today and, uhh, everyone has a partner...for the most part. So, think I can join your group? there being odd numbers and all..."[/color]

In his head, Micky imagined his words coming out better, but at this point, what can you do right? Micky let out a sigh, hinting that he meant to be a little more 'smooth' about it. Nonetheless, the point got across. He was growing tired of waiting for the teacher to randomly assign him a partner, and if he had to choose a group to disrupt, why not make it be with two of the [i]smarter[/i] students in class.