(lol! I can imagine her going "noo noo, dun erase me!" And a large eraser scribles her off the page. XD I have a weird day dreaming imagination)
Dante found his spot in the class. He sat near the windows in the way back, his black messenger back hanging off the back off his chair. He leaned back casually, his uniform tugging at him a bit as he put his hands behind his head and stared at the cieling.
Hmmm. It wouldn't be so bad to make some friends. Usually his friends came from Track or some of his classes. It seemed that girl was in this class, and she didn't seem all that bad. He sat up and plopped his math book on the table, crossing one leg over the other as he fiddled with the string from his medical patch.
