“Maxwell, shut up. You know you'll sleep through the class and score the highest anyway,” Wufei countered.

“And Heero will be in there with you, too,” Quatre reassured him. 

Duo glanced over and could’ve sworn he’d seen Heero wince at the news.  “But it's not fair! Chang, tell them what you're in!”

All eyes turned to the Chinese youth who kept his eyes glued to his schedule.  “Algebra 3, Trig,” he muttered.

Silence answered him.  Then, “How the Hell did you manage that?” Trowa asked.

“I lied on the placement exam,” Wufei said.

Quatre grinned.  “Just like any good politician would.”

“Too bad Wufei's going for a major in ass-kicking.”

“Or ass-kissing,” Duo countered.

“That's your job.”

Duo shook his head.  “No, my job is to piss off the teacher to the point where they lose all contact with reality.”

The Chinese youth seemed to consider this.  “…true,” he admitted.

“Apparently it hasn't affected YOU too much yet,” Duo scoffed.

“Wufei has a high tolerance to stupidity,” Heero said, folding his schedule in half and tossing it into a folder.