History was a snore fest.  It took a lot out of him not to fall asleep.  He would have to make it a point to read after class or he might not get a good grade in here.  In truth, History was boring because he remembered it all.  He didn't believe it all as his rule was history was written by the victors.  His many martial arts teachers taught him.  He wished at times someone would have taught his people martial arts back in the day, perhaps slavery wouldn't have lasted so long.  But nonetheless, he would have to work hard not fall asleep in Ms. Ericsson's class.  It didn't help that the woman looked like she belonged in the victorian age and she was very proper her style of dress made him wonder briefly if she was a vampire, then he remembered it was daylight out and she didn't turn to smoke or that gay 'Twilight' crystal crap.<br/><br/>He moved like he was drugged as he was leaving class on his way to PE class.  It was then that he went down the hall getting ready to pass by his new crush when she did something that was so quick that even he was amazed and he was very fast.  Apparently, Stuart Martin had maybe got a little too touchy-feely and she was giving him what for.  He wanted to laugh at the ditz before he dropped her wallet and Damien shook his head.  'That is what he gets.'  He thought to himself, but the more he looked at it, the painful the lock appeared.<br/><br/>He moved to intervene.   "Ok Michelle Yeoh, can you let him up now please?"  He did his best to be polite, but damn if he didn't want to ask her out or at least her name.  His hand was extended as he did notice the jack of the headset.  He was too distracted by her eyes to smile, but he extended his hand further in hopes she would let him up, or even help her up.<br/>