Gavin shrugged and followed her out of the classroom. "Well," he retorted, "calling you just Kendra doesn't annoy you as much as calling you 'guide' does." He laughed a bit and screwed up her hair once again. "And that's my goal for today. Get you to think I am the most typical celebrity boy in the world. And I'd imagine they get on your nerves. So, that's that~."<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>The rest of the classes until lunch remained uneventful. Gavin sat next to Kendra in all of them, watching her diligently write the graphite in her pencil away. The graphite was spent on notes and classwork. Gavin, still without a pencil, had no work, but was promised some tomorrow. The bell rang for lunch, and Gavin stretched out his arms, faking a yawn. "Alright, guide. They allow us off campus for lunch, right?"