Bobby was surprised to see Xander in the same class and blushed as she kept her head down to the assignment. Pulling her headphones on she looked at the equations, flying through the quadratics, and the simplistic geometry equations. Her headphones on to avoid hearing the whispers about her and Xander. Her hand tapping to the beat the same time as she was calculating within her mind. This was the only way she could do math, in tempo.<br/><br/>Her lips moved with the song she was concentrating. Finishing the last problem she looked around before laying her head down upon the desk, her face turned to Xander as she watched him finish, his hand swooping to write the numbers, and equations. Getting her sketch book back out she began to finish up on the details of Xanderâ€™s portrait. Her own pencil adding in the things she couldnâ€™t recall from her memory. Like the way his eyes looked so kind, and sweet, even in deep thought. Or the way his lips seemed to pinch back as he erased something from his paper. Noticing these small things and details, she drew them in, the end result creating an image of Xander leaning up against the lockers holding BurBur, a soft smile upon his lips as he seemed to look at her from the flat white pallor of the sketchbook page.