It was rare to be smart while also being a Jet , but you managed to make it work. You had managed to get into a not run down shitty school and with your new education you tried to help the other Jets learn…more then they know right now. Today was Riff’s day of education , and of course it was the ripe time of drawn he snuck into your house and shook you awake.

Riff sat infront of one piece of paperwork , squinting as he titled the paper , moving it around in his hands.

“ What the fuck is this? Math? Why are there letters in this? Geomotry? Calculus? The hell is a geomotry? “

Riff got annoyed and just slammed the paper down , crossing his arms over his chest as he puffed his jacket out. He looked over at you , a frown on his lips instead of the usual coy smirk.

“ ….assistance is needed over here. I don’t understand a word of this foreign language. “

Riff made a big display of his annoyance to what he was looking at , clearly making an overly dramatic deal out it. You seemed to get that reaction from all of the Jet’s.

They were all idiots.