Lexi grimaced, school sucked, although everyone probably agreed with that, even the teachers seemed to want to be somewhere, anywhere, else. Doodling in the corner of her notebook Lexi drowned out the teacher, who was droning on about something or other, she had completely lost track of what by now. She glanced forward three rows and one to the left, where a boy sat, short dark hair to mach her own. Her mood brightening immediately, she ripped the half finished soccer ball out of the corner of her book and, screwing it up, flicked it at Max, who was paying the utmost attention to the teacher, like the good little boy he was. The paper ball flew true and Max swung his head round in surprise, glaring at Lexi for all he was worth. She grinned back impishly; _I’ll take you on anywhere, anytime, brother. _