You smiled as Wilbur slid into the seat next to you, scooting his chair closer. The younger teen pulled out his laptop, sitting it on the lunch table. 

"Have you already enrolled for next year?" He asked. 

You shook your head, swallowing your food. "Nah, but I've got my classes lined up. I don't have many credits left to fill, so I have some free time on my hands." 

That made him light up, and he reached over to pull out your own gifted computer. Phil had been adamant about it, claiming the one your parents gave you was too old to work as well. 

"We should match classes! You can take some of my elective with your free ones, and I can do some of yours! Like, I can do public speaking with you, and you can take creative writing with me!" Wilbur suggested. He was bouncing in his seat, excitement buzzing as you pulled up your course planner.