Oliver leaned forward, elbow on the desk and chin resting in the heal of his palm. Oooh look there was pretty Brody Summers with her pretty summery name and pretty summery hair; moving in slow motion as Oliver gazed at her dreamily. Man that smile was.. sigh.

She sat in front of him and Oliver tore his eyes away to focus on his textbook which he opened on a random page. Moleosophy? He crinkled his nose. You could read the future by looking at someone's moles!? Eh.. weird. He turned his head and eyed Nancy to see if she had any big ol' hairy moles on her face. Squinttttttttt. Meh.. not that he could see. heh.