Classmate Interupts

"Come on... come on..."

You're standing off to the side, away from view as you wait for just one of the computers to be available. You should've known all the high school kids were coming close to summer project deadlines. Pacing as inconspicuously as possible, which is pretty conspicuous.

"Uh, hi..."

Whump! You turn around and collide into somebody. He flinches back and almost drops a stack of books he was carrying. He's kinda cute in that nerdy, glasses, and can't look you in the eyes kind of way. He so familiar too. You stoop down to help pick up the books and apologize.

"Hey, sorry Tom... Tom? From math-mathletes? You were in the local team, right?" Close one genius.

"Y-yeah. Were you? In mathletes? Of course you were. What school? Not my old school. I'd-I'd recall."

"No, I was at Northside High, graduated last year. You?"

"Same. Looking for a computer? There's one in the back the staff uses. If you want..."

It's tempting. You have to get a move on and the least you could do is make the guys day. Helping out a hot girl doesn't make up for the torment junior year but it's the best you got.