Adam opened the door of the classroom, not ashamed that every other student was already in class. The teacher looked at him, not surprised. Adam was always late. There was only one spot left. With a swagger, he walked there. Then sat down, stretching his legs. He tried to keep his attention on the teacher, which failed. Shifting his gaze to the person next to him. He didn't recognize them. They did have glasses, and seemed to pay quite some attention to the lesson. History. Boring stuff, why would anyone do so? "And who are you? Einstein?" He drawled, tilting his head to the side to look at them. A few strands of brown hair falling over his forehead.