[ Sweet Pea is by no means Reggie's ideal lab partner as well; far from it, possibly even as far from it as it gets, although Reggie's temper toward him -- and Southsiders in general -- has admittedly cooled somewhat in the aftermath of Fangs getting shot. Not "best friends with each other and high-fiving in the hallways" cool, but at least "not trying to start a fight every time they make contact" cool; a lot has happened since then to change Reggie's mind.

Which is not to say he feels ready or great about spending a lot of time studying alone with Sweet Pea, but tolerating each other is probably doable. Probably.

Reggie turns, expression already sour, just short of confrontational. ]

The only problem we're gonna have is if your uneducated ass screws up my average. I mean I'm no nerd, but I do have sports eligibility to think about.

[ Then, rolling eyes and pressing his tongue against his cheek, Reggie reluctantly adds: ]

So, your place or mine?