The moment this asshole, probably the teacher but he looked like just another student here, slapped down a bunch of math books on a table, she glowered at him, grabbing a book and slumping in her desk. Psh! Nerd. The guy looked like one really, his preppy haircut, his fancy glasses, and just how he looked like he was drooling over that notebook in his hand. Really, who the hell got so excited over math? If it came between doing schoolwork and a Cambodian manicure, Rowena would more than happily take the former. "Fuck this." She muttered, coldly pushing the book aside. Reaching down into her duffel bag, she pulled out a leather bound sketchbook and a 2B lead pencil, already more focused on her drawing than some overrated text book. Though she wasn't much artistic, she could at least argue she was good at drawing something, tattoo designs mainly.