Methis POV
We all sat at a theatre hall with rows of step-like seats filled with students. A grey-bearded professor stood in front of the class giving a lecture. There was silence as the voice of the professor travelled around the class.
".........and that's the foundation of every successful journalist. In fact, from what we've observed in recent times, there has been an............"
I was lost in thoughts as I tried to shake off the thought of what happened between Xander and Jamal. What's wrong with those two? I thought, “Why can't they just be more mature and talked things out? Dumb jocks!" I muttered in annoyance.
"Miss Delis? Miss Delis?" someone called, their voice suddenly reaching a crescendo and interjecting my thought flow.
"Yes," I stuttered as I snapped back into reality only to realize that it was the professor who called me. "Oh shit!" I thought as I stood up. "Yes sir," I corrected myself.
"I don't suppose you were referring to the whole class and I as dumb jocks," he
