It was 8 pm but the Student Union still had a bunch of kids mingling about. Seth had grabbed a table with Tara and Wes who seemed in a sour mood for some reason. Tara had pulled out her book and started jotting down some notes while Wes pulled out a deck of cards, setting up a game of Egyption Rat Screw with Seth.
“I thought we were here to study,” Tara complained.
“I don’t want to,” Wes responded as he shuffled the deck, “and we both know that Seth doesn’t need it.”
Seth just shrugged, not arguing against it. He wasn’t human so there was no reason for him to study for tests on such simple subjects. He’d chosen moderate courses on purpose, of course, so he might fit in better with the humans, and even made sure to keep his score under one hundred percent. If he did too
