Elsewhere in Biology was Corey, who failed the class last time around, as he had most of his classes. He had an immaculate book, as they say, rank has its privileges. He eyed the perfect desk of James with a slight nod of understanding. It wasn't that he didn't care about school, or that he was incapable of learning, it had more to do with him being TOO smart for his own good, and not really doing any of the busywork that plagued education. He realized too late not doing busywork would only make him repeat things he already knew. Since he didn't need a book anyway, he decided to switch with James.<br/>He taps him on the shoulder.<br/><br/>"Hey. Uhhhmmm.... Dude. Guy. Uhhh... you wanna trade books? I realllly don't give a crap what book I have."