Out of all the classes that Robbie disliked most, religion class had to be at the top. It's not that he hated God or anything, but ever since he was possessed by the devil, also known as his dead satanic uncle, he's had a...weird relationship with the divine, to say the least. Some things were cool to learn, and he liked some of the morals Jesus followed, but that was it. He didn't like the work, he didn't like the idea of "going to hell" despite him being adamant that he was already living it, and he didn't like the prejudice and the judgment, and especially the church. He had better things to do like pick up an extra shift at Canelo's to put food on the table for him and Gabe.

Yet here he was, stuck in religion class, desks moved and facing each other since they were doing a project in pairs. He got paired up with someone he didn't know very well, just now learning his classmate's name. He leaned his head down between his arms, trying to make the class pass as fast as he could, hearing his partner write away in their notebook before he felt a tap on his shoulder. "What?" He asked half annoyed.