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As the girls conversed, Drake took the time to pull out his own schedule. It was crumpled up in one of his pockets. Thank goodness he'd had the sense to grab it before he left. It read:


1st period: English
2nd period: Calculus 1
Free period
3rd period: Gym
4th period: Biology
Lunch
5th period: Spanish

Drake's algebra teacher the previous year had pushed him into taking calc (even though he hadn't taken pre-calc), and Drake wasn't very happy about it. He didn't want to be a math whiz. He would much rather stay the football star. And he was sure he'd be the dumbest kid in class. I mean, any calculus class must be chocked-full of nerds, right? Would he know anybody in class? He had all his high school math credits. Why did his teachers want more from him?

"Is anyone else taking Calc?" He asked the girls walking to english with him as the bell rang, "Somebody better be, or I'll be stuck with a bunch of math nerds and no one to talk to!"