He hated that he was doing this. But when was his mother ever wrong? Go to him for help. He'll appreciate that and respect you more in the classroom. Don't give him a reason to correct you again, Lucas Choi. He could hear her voice when he had read the words in her letter.

And so, here he was, taking her advice.

He had his schoolbag in hand, uniform in perfect condition, hair swept to the side and combed, and even some lip balm on so his lips weren't....crusty. He knocked the doors harder than he usually would, but they looked heavy.