Highschool was... interesting to say the least. Moving was weird and you got thrown into this class group of like 21 people, including the teacher. You ended sticking with the first person: Octavio Silva. The son of a big company man and also the track star. Right now you two are in fifth period, Geometry.

"Aye, dudar, you got the answers?" Octavio whispers beside you. He rarely does homework and he most likely was doing stunts or just jackin off again.