Mychal sat in awe when she rested what the teacher had said to them.  He didn't even hear most of what the teacher was saying because they were talking.  He laughed a little and leaned over and whispered to her, "What did you do?  Write his speech."<br/><br/>Mychal took out some paper and began to take notes the best that he could.  He had promised his parents he would at least get B's this year, even though they wanted him to get A's.  They had been hounding him about college and he really had been indecisive about what he wanted to do.  He didn't think he was smart enough to be a doctor or lawyer, but maybe something to do with business.<br/><br/>Mychal had heard her question and was a little surprised that she had asked him, it wasn't like they were that close of friends.  Well maybe they were friends, not that they hung out after school or anything.  He remember once last year they had to work on a project together.  He learned a few things about her then, but not a lot.<br/><br/>"Well I was just looking over my schedule and I believe that lunch time is a free spot."  Mychal smirked , "I shall write you in."<br/><br/>Mr. Weller droned on and on and he could not have been any happier when he heard the bell ring.  He grabbed his books and looked over at Maya.  "I suppose you are in Math with me next."  He smiled, "You seem to have this nack in following me."  Mychal knew it wasn't her fault they seem to always have the same classes.<br/><br/>All day seemed to drag on until lunch finally arrived.  He had told her that he would save her a seat at lunch outside, unless she was there first.  He got his lunch, which wasn't much but a salad and baked potato with sour creme and butter.  He sat at the table that was under the oak tree in the back area and waited for her.