Ryder remained face-down on his desk for several minutes. He could easily just walk out and say he wasn't interested in the class, surely with only ten students picked out of like . . . well, Ryder was bad with numbers, so, out of a lot, they could easily find him a replacement, right?
Suck it up, champ.
Ryder let out a bit of a groan, putting his head up and surveying the room. He was familiar with a few of these people, namely Oliver, everyone's favorite jock, Karina, the pretty princess cheerleader and then there was that one emo kid who Ryder didn't know the name of. Also the skater kid that he swore was a stoner, but had never bought anything -- well, from Ryder in specific anyway. The rest were just faces and names he didn't know yet.
He stretched in his seat before standing up. He awkwardly glanced across the room and was remotely grateful that nobody had eyes on him. He was used to being public enemy number one and the death glares he would often get would constitute to that. He would always grin and shake his head, why give a single crap about what the others thought of him? Finally motivating himself, he shoved his hands into his jacket and approached the list. He let out a bit of a yawn, looking for his name.
Yep, this certainly wasn't a mistake. His name was there. Right next to the name of a girl -- well, at least he got assigned with a girl -- her name being. . Nadia? What kind of name was that? It sounded foreign. He turned and looked around the room, wondering which of the remaining girls was Nadia.
Nah, he wouldn't waste his time asking. Instead, Ryder plumped back down into his seat and continued his inner monologue with himself once more.
