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Tristen couldn’t get too in depth with any sort of conversation between the three of them. Apparently Tristen didn’t have the kind of time he thought he did; having to use more time making those detours and whatnot than originally thought. Ms. Tyme would make her way in and after introductions, it looked to be a worksheet kind of day. Tristen would end up having to look over the worksheet and it looked relatively simple enough. He would chip away at the worksheet, one problem after the next, trying to remember everything that he was taught up to this point; from having to remember order of operations to communitive and distributive properties of multiplication and division. The problems weren’t hard, really, just time consuming the more he went on. Ms. Tyme made it a point to make sure that everyone was on the same page; if nothing else see if there was anyone that was trailing. While Tristen probably wasn’t perfect all the way through, he was pretty confident that he showed pretty good competency of the material.

Between the worksheets and the couple of lectures, the class would be assigned homework once more. Finally, the bell would ring, concluding the class. Tristen would stash his assignment and his other materials then start making his way off for his next class. Or so he thought. Tristen stared in confusion as Nemona ended up stopping him in the hall. “Uh…next? I was on the way to Mr. Salvatore’s…” Tristen told Nemona. “…I got Language next. Something up?” Tristen asked.

Tristen didn’t mind the company on the way to Mr. Salvatore’s class, not really wanting to say ‘no’ to Nemona. Though she was quick to start on what she was wanting to talk about. “My dad? Uh, I talked with him a couple of days ago when I needed to ask him something. He was somewhere in the northern parts of the region on the way to his next badge. When he got back started back on Sunday, he decided to start from…what was that place he said? Medali? He said he knew of a gym being there, but he was trying to go with what was recommended to go around so he was supposed to be making his way to Cascarrafa? When I called him the other day, I’d imagine that he would have challenged the gym and won by now and should be on the way back to Medali, if he hasn’t already by now.” Tristen said. “He’s been trying to take the time trying to train his team and explore the region while he was at it. Why?”

Tristen couldn’t help but to headtilt at Nemona, his face slowly going more and more deadpan when it started to occur to the Manectric hybrid what she was angling about. She was really itching to take him on and it wasn’t going to be to anyone’s benefit. “Uh…Nemona, you aren’t-“ Tristen tried to speak up as she was in the process of fantasizing or plotting or whatever it was she was doing right there, only for her to finally say her goodbyes for her next class. Tristen couldn’t help but to sweatdrop as she left. He couldn’t help but to shake his head as he continued on to Mr. Salvatore’s class.

Tristen would make his way to his next class’s door only to overhear some sort of commotion going on. Once he looked inside, Tristen couldn’t help but to sigh out. He looked up and down the halls, wondering if there was any sort of teacher close by and as far as what he could tell, no, there wasn’t. So much for a pleasant morning. He would make his way deeper into the class room, trying to withhold his irritation until he actually knew what was going on. “Matteo.” He said, figuring he was going to need to put a stop to this while the getting was good. “What’s going on?”

Tristen stared in confusion, still missing a great deal of context, but whatever it was, it was apparently something Matteo was a bit passionate about, and Gloria was stoking the flames. “Matteo, chill. Want to be better? Start by not giving someone like her the time of day. She’s not worth it, let alone much of anything at all by what I’ve dealt with so far, but that’s beside the point.” He said. “Let it go, Matteo. You got better things to do.” There was the obvious question of what this Blueberry was, but it’d be something that he’d ask once Matteo calmed down. Tristen was a little annoyed that he was having to break up this fight before things escalated any further, but unfortunately he was the only one who probably could with relative ease and within immediate vicinity. Mr. Salvatore couldn’t come soon enough.

Tristen couldn’t help but to roll his eyes as Gloria gave her condescending smile towards him, rolling his eyes. If nothing else, she was going to make things difficult in trying to get Matteo on the right path. Unfortunately, Matteo wasn’t doing himself any favors getting baited into whatever machinations that Gloria had. He was going to do something he was going to regret if he didn’t get his temper in check. Mr. Salvatore made his way in finally, which Tristen had to sigh to himself. Better late than never, the Manectric hybrid supposed. He wouldn’t say much of anything right there at the moment but he probably would mention something to the teacher after class. If not before lunch, then perhaps after school altogether and while he was at it maybe catch Mr. Sanguaro while he was at it. He wasn’t going to make a spectacle there in the class right there and then unless Gloria decided to try to brown-nose the teacher. There needed to be a subtlety to it, as Tristen could figure.

Tristen would make his way into his seat, setting his pack down finally, and pulled out his various materials for the class to be. He would also take out the portion of the make up work he said he was going to try to have for Mr. Salvatore, hoping that he at least some competency in the impromptu lessons he asked for during the past couple of days.

Tristen would take out his textbook and start trying to listen intently to the lesson Mr. Salvatore had for the class. It was going to be another tough lesson as far as he could tell, trying to get the various items down that needed to be spoken in Kalosian. Once again, as the lesson went on, he found himself with yet another curve ball, where some of the items were just what they were, albeit with some sort of accent it seemed like. It was as if to ask what actually did he need to worry about in the actual naming or not. Tristen watched and listened in as everyone then would take turns trying to ‘order’ the items from Mr. Salvatore. Tristen rubbed his eyes in disdain when he watched Gloria continue to antagonize Matteo the way she does, and Matteo with the ever present short fuse. While that was something that Matteo needed to work on, Gloria wasn’t going to help matters at all and it made Tristen all the more convinced he needed to bring it up to the teacher if at all possible. First things first though was finally making it through this class…

When Tristen finally got called up for his turn, he would make his way to his desk and took a deep breath, trying to piece everything from this lesson and the work that he has done in the past couple of days together. Here goes something… “Bonjour, puis-je s'il vous plaît obtenir un Guerison, un Capsule Technique Numero cent vingt-cinq, et un Soda Cool?” Tristen would ask the teacher. In his mind, he was trying to ask for a Full Restore, TM 125, and a Soda Pop, but honestly, Tristen wasn’t sure if he even pulled it off like he needed to. Tristen felt a little nervous half-way his ‘request’ to Mr. Salvatore, fearing screwing up there at effectively the zero-hour.

Tristen would return to his seat, relieved he managed to pull off his ‘order’ to Mr. Salvatore. Apparently the past two days were all a waste after all. He would then start waiting on the other students attempt to make their orders and then after that, listened to Mr. Salvatore’s lecture on some of the mistakes the class together had made, and where there could be improvement. It was all notes that he was taking for certain when he attempted to finish more of his makeup work for this class.

Before Tristen knew it, the class was over and Tristen would get his stuff together, leaving out his assignment that he was going to turn in to Mr. Salvatore. He took notice Matteo making his way out in a massive hurry, which came to no surprise, but then Gloria didn’t escape his notice either, coming off smug as if another job well done in getting under Matteo’s skin. Once he was certain she was gone, never mind Matteo let alone most of the class, Tristen figured this was about as good as time as any to blow the proverbial whistle. Once Tristen managed to pack up his things, leaving out the part of his make-up work, he’d make his way to Mr. Salvatore’s desk with some of his assignment in hand.

“Um, Mr. Salvatore?” Tristen spoke up to the teacher, handing over a few of the papers. “Here’s the part of the make up work like I said I would bring today and thank you for helping me over the past couple of days with it. I’ll try to have the rest to you the next time we have class together. I also think I need to speak up about something Mr. Salvatore…something did happen just before you showed up in class today. I don’t know why, but Gloria has been antagonizing Matteo a lot over the past few days now and this morning is no exception. Apparently, she was making fun of Matteo for not getting into…Blueberry? I don’t know what that is, but apparently it was important to Matteo and not getting part of it was clearly upsetting, and she was only twisting the knife. Still, that wasn’t the only incident. She’s been trying to upset Matteo a lot like that in Mr. Sanguaro’s class as well and I am kinda expecting she might try again in Mr. Jacq’s homeroom class this afternoon.” He explained to the Language teacher. “I’ve been keeping Matteo from trying to do something dumb as payback, which I have managed to do so far, but she isn’t making it easy. I think I needed to bring this up before anything does happen.”