He'd been asked before how he managed to stay in school, and Alex never has an answer to that question. Truth be told, he loved school. To him, it was simply four (if not more, considering how he hadn't chosen a major yet) years of fun and parties. Sure, there were classes, but he made a point to take as few classes as he could, and always choose the classes that he could pass without too much effort. And, really, it wasn't like he was aiming high. The only requirement is to pass.
What he couldn't understand were the people who actually took school seriously. Having never actually taken anything seriously before in his life, those who actually tried baffled Alex.
"What kind of books?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in Olivia's direction. The only reading material he'd ever shopped for were covered in pictures, usually of scantily clad women.