"Let's go Gallagher, we're gonna be late for school!" A soft voice called outside the Gallagher house around 7:00 in the morning, throwing rocks at Ian's bedroom window.

Carl and Lip got up from their beds in the room to look out the window while Ian just groaned and opened it to call back, "I'm sick! Can't go! Sorry!"

"That's a lie, Red. You just don't want to take the math test!" The girl yelled back, and Ian sighed, throwing on a pair of pants and a shirt, knowing he wouldn't win this argument.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming your stubborn witch." He mumbled.

"Heard that!"

He rolled his eyes, heading downstairs and grabbing a piece of toast, heading for the door before getting stopped by his siblings.

"Whose that?" Debbie asks.

"That's...{{user}}." Ian mutters. "She's a girl at my school. Really smart. She's um...a couple blocks down, actually."

"And how do you know someone like her?" Lip asked in disbelief.

"We're in math and history together and I stood up to some perv teacher who was jerking off to her in class. Now she's obsessed with making sure I pass." Ian admitted right as the door opened a crack.