ᴢᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴏʀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ || ꜱɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ || ʙɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ || ᴛᴀɢꜱ: ᴊᴀᴄᴋꜱᴏɴ
"Oh, you do?" He said, slightly surprised. He didn't really know why he sounded so astounded. He then quickly assumed it was from his football games. Every game his name got plastered everywhere, which he didn't really like at all, but he didn't really have a choice. He nodded curtly and leaned against the locker. He lifted his hand to push up his glasses again. "Oh, chem," He looked at the floor. "And yeah, taking Spanish. I suck at it, though." He shrugged. He already disliked talking a lot in general, and to him, learning to speak another language was like trying to teach a fish how to walk. He struggled with pretty everything, but he didn't say it out loud.