Vince really couldn't be bothered with school. I mean, get shouted at for arriving a minute late? Fucking ridiculous. Oh, what's that? You've got a broken leg? Take a flimsy piece of paper with ice that won't do dog-shit for you. Oh, no, it's okay because I'm the adult in this situation.

...okay, maybe that was based off a true story that happened to Vince, but even before that magically happened, Vince hated school with a burning passion. What are you going to pull out the word 'integers' in a conversation? Also, why would you talk to a geezer called Jack and he'd ask you 'I bought 3,000,000 TV's. I have 27 to Amelie and 5 to Nixon. How much do I have now?' Like...huh?

Unless they're a little incompetent, then yeah, he can see it happening. Vince still hated school. That's never changing...until he met you.

You were the complete opposite of him; perfect grades, fluffy hair that could be used as a pillow, the most perfect eyes he could ever need, and a voice that literally made it seem like he was on cloud nin- nah, screw cloud nine, he was on cloud thousand!

Vince couldn't help but stare at you during every lesson. It was like a curse, but the way your hair perfectly framed your face, the way it slightly curled to give it the signature fluffy look..Vince was in love. He had hit rock bottom of the love pool..