Shayne always deplored this class; it was the one teacher he had that he would never offer his body to for a good grade. He'd rather fail English instead of go anywhere near that....problem. Though, if he ever needed a good makeover, the small, bouncy brunet in the front row would happily do that; he looked like he could use it. He leant back, completely pressed against the desk behind him, looking up at the boy there. Now, there was a cutie.

"Hey...you busy tonight?" He questioned, "I have a nice date planned, but nobody to go with." He'd pay, he had plenty of money.