(Lol! I've always wanted to see the Lion King on Broadway! Even with the downsides, I'm glad you had fun! ^^)

Fayte's hand dropped, glaring at the other male. His mouth opened, about to do one of the things Fayte did best-talk shit. He'd back it up, of course, but how dare the little fag talk to him like Jordan was disgusting. His mouth shut quickly, however, as a plump short woman entered the room, quickly writing 'Mrs. Lovette' on the board. She turned to the class, informing them what they would be learning in this elective. The male slouched in his chair, sighing.

He have to suffer through this class. Fayte attempted to look away, only to meet a girl's gaze. Over there, another girl staring at him. They looked hungry...What would happen if Jordan threw an apple down? He snickered, imagining the fight he supposed would ensue. Perhaps a shirt or two would get-The male looked up, the teacher barely taller than him sitting. "Uhh...hi?" He stated rather stupidly.

"Mr..." Mrs. Lovette paused, glancing at a clipboard she held. "Fayte? Would you like to share with the class? What could be funny about mixing your dyes right, hm?" Jordan straightened in his seat, glancing around sheepishly, "Um, nothing, ma'am. I'm just not supposed to be here...my sceduale got messed up." He lifted the crumpled paper, placing an innocent expression on his face. Mrs Lovette gave him a final glare, informing him there was a chance he'd have to remain there, so he'd better pay attention. She finished. telling him to talk to her after class, and moved back to the front of the room. Fayte sighed as she left, dropping the paper on the desk and slouching in his seat again. "Fuck..." He muttered under his breath, shaking his head.