Really, Lloyd had been up late working on important things! Not that he could tell his last period teacher what. But sleeping through that whole test...his GPA was fragile enough as it was. And of course his attempts to convince her that a redo was in order hadn't worked.

Now Lloyd walked through the halls, frowning as he let his thoughts consume him. He wasn't sure how the numbers worked, but he knew he needed a lot of As and Bs if he was ever going to be allowed to join any sports. A zero definitely would not help that. Also his dad wouldn't be very happy.

"Maybe if Mr. Locke made more sense explaining stuff I wouldn't have to work on it so late..." he mumbled to himself. Because right now, blaming someone else seemed easier than taking responsibility for himself. At the very least, he obviously thought it was easier than paying attention to where he was going.