Marshall Walsh sat in the back of the classroom, legs propped up on his desk, gazing at the whiteboard with mild interest as the teacher wrote a formula. Across from him, Laura was doodling her initials and some other guy's initials in a heart on her desk, and the other guy beside him was asleep, spit dripping from his bottom lip.

Marshall watched the teacher write an equation on the board, expo marker squeaking as he did so.

y = mx + b

He wrote some other things as well, but Marshall's attention drifted when he saw someone walk through the classroom door. Someone even prettier than Laura. The math teacher stood up when he saw you.

"Oh, Miss {{user}}! Class, I'd like to introduce you to our new student," The teacher announced, and Marshall immediately sat up straighter in his seat, craning his neck to see the front of the class. Mr. Andrews, the teacher, looked across the room, finding an empty seat in front of Marshall.

"Ah, you can go sit by Mr. Walsh there. He'll catch you up on the work we've been doing in class so far," Mr. Andrews said helpfully.