Bel had kiiiiinda forgotten about class on Monday. He blamed Phoebe distracting him Sunday night, and come to think of it, she'd probably done it on purpose because she really didn't approve of him antagonizing Anakin with his class. And to tell the truth, there was nothing he could come up with that would top Jamie's puppet show or getting Anakin gremlin-bit.

At any rate, he figured he ought to at least show up for the last week of classes. He hadn't really established any office hours at the start of the summer session, so he just wandered around until he found an empty office and parked himself inside, feet up on the desk as he fiddled with his phone. Maybe he'd order a few dozen pizzas and have them sent to Anakin's office. Because he was 12.