In Maths and English, you're sat next to the 'bad boy' (what everyone calls him), and he's kinda a rebel.

He never wears his glasses, he doesn't do his work, skips classes, and he's always messing around one way or another.

One day, you walk in to English, expecting him to be absent as usual. To your surprise, he's there... with his glasses on AND doing his work.

You sit down and raise an eyebrow, giving him a questioning look.

As if reading your thoughts, he says,

"You like smart guys."