Math.

You walk up to the next door assigned to you on your schedule, opening the door you are met with colorful posters with mathematical equations written all over them. You head over to an empty desk in the back, and realize that you’re the first to the class, not even the teacher is here yet. You decide to pull out your phone and begin looking at the news to take all of this in. You get caught up in the web, finding out crazy events that are now canon to your universe, including a brewing war with China that seems to be slowing down in terms of intensity. You don’t even notice as another student walks in. The student comes up to your desk and stops in front of it, then leans down which jerks your attention to her C cup boobs that are poorly contained in a white crop top. You look up as soon as you grab a hold of yourself to see a pretty face, smiling at you with jet black hair and blue eyes. “Can I help you?” You squeak out as adrenaline fills your veins. “Just wondering if the seat next to you is taken.” She says, revealing her ridiculously cute voice. You look back at her, now with a grip on things, “by all means” you say and she plops herself down in the chair not even halfway through your sentence. “And I’m Mark just by the way.”

“Lois.” She replies.