Getting up and having to go to school was perhaps the most annoying part. You remember a guy in your class from your freshman and sophomore years who was a bit of a class clown and a brat. You tried to avoid him, but you kept finding yourself in situations with him. You were standing in the lunch line, bored out of your mind, when someone tapped your shoulder. You impulsively checked behind you and saw no one, then peered in front of you and there he was. Ian is grinning at you.

"Tis I, your Romeo, Juliet. You did well in your little play, by the way. I may have sneaked a peek during study hall."