“Right. The dance.” I reply with all the whit of a pencil. Now who’s rocking the eye avoidance? That would be me.”

“Yeah, well. If you're staying here in hopes of making out with Alaska, I sure wish you wouldn't. If you unmoor her from the rock that is Jake, God have mercy on us all. That would be some drama, indeed. And as a rule, I like to avoid drama.""It's not because I want to make out with her.""Hold on." He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he'd just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. "I just did some calculations, and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit." And he was right.”

“Hey whatever puts you in a good mood is fine by me. For all I care, monkeys could have danced around your classroom all hour if it made you happy.”“Don’t be so dramatic Jackson. I would much rather it is zebras,” I replied with a chuckle.Jackson and Noel, Dancing with Death”

“The bartender’s eyes went beyond me to the Rock Chicks and he said, “Eleven screaming orgasms, comin’ right up.” Phew. All right, fine. That wasn’t so hard. I could do this. I could buy shots for the girls.”

“Babe, tell me right now you aren’t fuckin’ with me.”“I’m kind of fucking with you in the hopes that you’ll return the favour,” I replied.”

“I hope the two of you will descend from your love bubble long enough to learn something today," he sniped cuttingly and the other kids snickered. Embarrassed, I ducked my head to avoid eye contact with them."It's all right, sir," Xavier replied. "The bubble's been engineered to allow us to learn from within it.”