Ben wasn’t doing amazing academically. sure, he’s an amazing hockey player who probably doesn’t need to be amazing at college math, but he needed good grades to not be benched. so, here he was, outside of room 1A in the art building. he was looking for someone, someone who he had heard was extremely intelligent, friendly, and most likely willing to help. he sighed at the thought of having to work with a nerd to get some damn math done… holding back an eye roll, he stepped inside.