"Buenos dias Señorito," Lina said. She was standing outside the door of the Spanish classroom. Which Clint had just walked out of.

"Buenos dias Señorita," Clint said.

"¿Seguimos en español o es todo lo que entiendes?" Lina asked.

"Don't make fun of me. You talk too fast," Clint said.

"I don't think speed is the issue, Señorito," Lina said. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along as they headed towards the next class. The classroom was a mere 4 rooms down the hall.

"After you," she said and stepped back.

"Thank you Señora," he said and walked into the classroom.

"Don't be rude!" she exclaimed.

He sat down in the second seat of the third row, she sat down in the first.

"How am I being rude?" he asked.

"You know exactly how," she said.

He stared blankly. She looked away. Giving a stern expression which was clearly an act.

"Well, I'm lost. Hey, me and Ben are going to The Bean to study for the quiz after school. You want to come with?" Clint asked.

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"Why don't we go to my house instead? We can use the garage," Lina said.

"Ah, the famous garage. Won't your brother be smoking in there?" Clint asked.

"No. He's visiting some friends in Portland. He won't be back till next week," Lina said.

"Perfect. I stole some joints from my sister the other day. Can we smoke them in there?" Clint asked.

Lina rolled her eyes, "Yeah I don't see why not. If my mom catches us I'm telling her you forced me."

"You can tell her I held you at gunpoint," Clint said.

"Alright, class," a short, pudgy, lady said. "Compare the worksheets I assigned with your partner."

"Crap. I didn't do it," Clint said.

"Me neither," Lina said.

They both pulled out a blank worksheet.

"What's my name?" Clint asked.

"Not sure. That was a difficult one. I only have an 'L'." Lina said.

"Maybe an 'I" comes after," Clint said.

"Yeah. That sounds right. Then?" Lina asked.

"Crap. These are difficult questions. How about a 'C'?" Clint suggested.

"I don't think that's right Mr. Stiller," the teacher said. Clint looked up. She was standing a few feet away. Looking straight at them.

"Hi, Ms. Hoffman. Are you having a good morning?" Clint asked.

"So-so. I've had a few students misbehave," Ms. Hoffman said.

"Oh no. That's awful. You know, people really should pay attention. It's a very interesting class," Lina said.

"It really is. Very valuable information. You never know when-" he looked down at the worksheet, "you'll need to know if pH levels affect tadpole growth."

"Lifesaving information," Lina added.

"Can you answer the question?" Ms. Hoffman asked.

Clint thought for a few seconds.

"Yeah. Low pH levels will affect body size and delay metamorphosis. High pH levels will convert ammonium to ammonia which is toxic," Clint said.

Ms. Hoffman looked at him suspiciously. "Carry on," she said and walked away.

"How'd you know that?" Lina asked.

"She went over it the other day. Anyway, if it's not a 'C', maybe an 'A'?" Clint said.

"Maybe you should actually help me with this," Lina held up the worksheet and laughed.

"That's so much stress," Clint said.

He got a mechanical pencil out from his pocket and started telling Lina his theory on frogs secretly being alien tourists in disguise.