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Popular classes be damned, Sheldon had no idea why he had to take an Economic class when his major was ... was. .... Well, whatever he finally decided on, it probably wouldn't need economics. But this is what he thought of most classes. Even after trying to be diligent and good with them for the short period of about a month, he fell back into his old habits of ditching and forgetting about them.

He had attended this day due to the preparation for the final exam, which would free him of the semester of usual hell. During the course of the class, his body began to droop more and more until he was almost on top of the desk he was seated at. The instructor was terribly dull, almost monotone in sound and not as cool as Ben Sein sounded in the way he drawled on and on. Thankfully, some time through the course of it he had managed to find a pencil on the ground. Since he had no use for them, he never carried one around or took notes as it was, he put it to use by making it a drum stick.

His beautiful rendition of the Song of Storms, however, was sadly interrupted when a force pushed his back forward and his stomach into the edge of the desk. "Herk ~" he wheezed, gasping for breathe from the sudden attack. His pencil cluttered to the ground and he frowned from the lose of his instrument and upon hearing a hum behind him. Keeping his body as still as he could, hunched over the desk, he looked over his shoulder and shot a pathetic lazy glare at the red head behind him. You.

Well, at least he got her to stop humming but she was feigning ignorance and innocence over the whole matter. "You-" he began to mouth back in response before taking note of the way she was looking him over before shrugging and returning to her note taking. The redhead had given Sheldon no time to even explain, even though it seemed a fruitless effort to mouth out how he felt assaulted by her chair kicking. There was only so much soundless communication could go. And it wasn't like he could hurl a crumpled piece of paper at her head in retaliation nor to explain how he had been offended. There was no paper on Sheldon's person and his pencil had rolled away from him.

And really, all that would be effort he had no inclination of wasting. So, with his head still resting on his shoulder he pondered his options and stared at the girl behind him as best he could. That red hair, those eyes. There was a faint hint of recognition and recollection about her, had he seen her somewhere else? Sheldon might be good with voices and repeating what he could hear, but visual observations was never his forte. Maybe she was just someone he saw a lot in the hallways?

Who knows, Sheldon sighed, turning his head back to face the front of the class. Lazy eyes glanced up at the screen where more bullet points appeared and then his attention was lost again as the instructor continued on about which points the students present should concentrate on for their final. Was this class over with yet?

Sheldon didn't have a verbal response to the teacher's lackluster attempt at a last minute joke, so he simply made a face. He did groan, however, at the timing. Of course the class ended when he finally got comfortable, leaving him without the desire to get up and go. Why did it always take one full class period to find the best slumped over position that made him want to take a nap?

Of course, he hadn't managed to take a nap, that was only a rare occurrence that he could fall asleep during a lecture or something. His lazy eyes simply remained unfocused, staying ahead in a spaced out manner. His mind rebooted itself only when the first trickles of the next class began to move in and fill in the empty seats. Sheldon hummed lowly, willing -but still unwanting - his body to move when the red head from before suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Lazy eyes squinted at her as she hovered above him for some unknowing reason. Why of all days was she bothering him so much now? They had had, what, weeks before with possibilities of interaction and now she chose to hound him? Granted, this was probably the first time he had sat near her during the whole semester - and now he deeply regretted it - but come on.

"You a bouncer now?" Sheldon asked in a bored tone, finally pulling himself out of his seat, almost bumbling the maneuver since lethargy had taken its toll. With a roll of his head to get the kinks out, he straightened his jacket a little and took another look at the girl shaped obstacle before him. Hm, that voice was a little familiar but really, did he want to mull this puzzle over?

Taking a moment to glance to their side, Sheldon noticed a few students staring at the pair in a bothered manner. Clearly they were blocking the aisle, "Oh goodness, we seem to be hindering these students from their learning." He chuckled as he made his way past the gaggle and towards the door, oddly looking behind him to see if Red was following him.

"Oh yes, that was clearly it," Sheldon snakily replied with an eye rolling when Morgan had caught up with him in the halls. In some ways he didn't mind that she was walking with him, and in some ways he did with his indifference with people but it was too much effort to try to lose her. His hands began to settle in his pockets, an emphasis of how little he carried to school, when her hand shot out with her introduction. One managed its way out and shook hers to complete the gesture and he sadly mulled over which name to give her for a little longer than he should.

"Sheldon," he decided on just going the easy route with his first even though he preferred his last. Reclaiming his hand, it returned to the confides of his pockets as he thought about what she said. "Don't suppose we have." Which could be said about 90% of the populace of the school, let alone the city even though it was a false statement indeed.

Besides the occasional classes together, the two had even had nerdy moments together... when Sheldon fell into the nerd classification and when Morgan most likely grew out of such things. What they would have geeked over was lost to the ages, as well as their occasional conversations. Sheldon, for one, probably remembered aspects of her voice even though the pitch was a little different now but totally not the face. And Morgan, in turn, probably would have better recollection of Sheldon if his hair was shorter and not an utter mess.

"I'm sure there are a few of them," Sheldon shrugged, it wasn't like his name was totally unique. There were several characters in television with his name as it was now. But otherwise.

No such distinctly remembered details flashed in his mind. A lot of middle school and high school became jumbled and forgotten after a certain time, which was how he liked it. But he was sure there were such good memories of his time with Morgan if he really took the time to remember such occurrences as she did.

"We seem to have a lot in common at least," he joked with a chuckle. Being as he was, he knew how terribly boring he was. Not that he minded, not everyone needed an exceptionally exciting life to lead. Sheldon pushed a little of his unmanaged hair behind his ear, not knowing that part of Morgan's focus was on the mess that it was. At least it wasn't terribly unclean, he just didn't brush it.

"Heading anywhere in particular?" He found himself asking, despite himself.

"It's all a matter of perspective really," he smiled as he pushed open one of the double doors to the outside. "With what we do to waste our time and all." Though, what he did with his time - nothing - could probably be argued as being an apt description. It was only a few times that he did something remotely deemable as productive with his days. Studying, with what he considered a bigger waste, was not one of them.

He fell into a silence after that, leading them a little further from the campus and into one of the many quads that the young populous of the school hung out in between classes and after them. There were a few stone tables, benches and small groupies of trees and bushes as decoration and places to relax. It was also within legal distance from the building to Sheldon to light up a cigarette so he pulled out the only possessions, not including his wallet and keys, that he had on his persons. A few rumpled cigarettes and his lighter. He never brought the full pack with him, finding it uncomfortable to sit on and from experience people liked to bum sticks off him.

"So, film studies," He questioned her while she kept walking, not bothering to ask if it was alright for him to smoke in her vicinity. It probably wasn't, very few liked to have smoke circling around them and he would soon find out her opinion on the matter as he lit the end of one of his cigarette.

Morgan was proving Sheldon's point of not carrying the whole carton of cigarettes. He held in a sigh of contempt, his face remaining dull and unexpressive as he reluctantly pulled out one of his remaining sticks and lit the end with his own cigarette. As he passed it on to the other girl, he took a seat at the table along side of her. Sheldon chose to sit on the given seat, not to use it like how it 'was supposed to' but to use the side of the table as something to lean and slouch against.

Sheldon took a small drag as he searched his brain for any reference to the name she had dropped. Bridget Bardot... Bridget Bardot. Did it ring any sort of bells? His lips twisted to the side, trying to recall the name. French clearly wasn't a dead language, so his sister wouldn't have forced a French sort of movie onto him. So, clearly no. Didn't ring any bells. "I'll have to take your word for it, I suppose." Sheldon's language skills focused on English. He could understand it, he could retain it.

Well, maybe he could retain foreign languages if he tried hard enough and listened. But did he want to? No. No, not really.

"What made you get into it?" He found himself asking as he tapped a bit of ash to the ground. God Sheldon, what was wrong with you? Engaging in conversation? Pah!