The pupil support teacher walks in and takes a seat.

"You both know why your here?" The support teacher asks.

"Yeah." Me and Conor say simultaneously.

"Conor, you broke Andrews nose as well as the cafeteria window." She says.

"And Tyler, you've not been in this school an hour and you've hurt Blair and Patricia." The support teacher exclaims.

I just nod, with a smirk.

"This isn't funny business Tyler!" She shouts, I just shake my head.

"Well, there is a mouse on your floor." I say, she screams and me and Conor make the run for it to our registration class.

"You plan well, Ty." He says, speeding ahead of me.

Then we jump into two seats aside each other unnoticed.

"Kiera Langley?" Mrs Abbott, looking up.

"Present." A nerdy accent reads.

"Conor Maynard?"

"Sup."

"Tyler Myers?"

"Here."

Then Conor taps my shoulder.

"Yep." I say turning my head.

"Come with me and my boys at break? Sit next to me at the rest of the classes please save me from the sluts." He requested.

"Sure." I said.

"Thanks." He said, resting his hand onto my shoulder.

"No problem." I say, shrugging his hand off of my shoulder.

We just chatted for about ten minutes until registration was over. Then we had French.

Not excited let me tell you that!