Jesse was dead to him until he gave up his Cordy stalking ways. Saved Xander a headache and a broken Willow. Sounded fair enough to him.
At the mention of homework, that he had so forgotten, Xander's head wiped around to look at her. "Math?! We had math?! What is this math of which you speak?!" He blurted out frantically, before sighing and taking a deep breath. "So Will...what are you and your math book doing tomorrow afternoon? Want to help an ole pal out? There's root beer floats in it for ya." He asked with his best puppy dog look and smile. He knew she'd cave but she was his best friend! She deserved the effort.
Briefly looking up at the stage, he shrugged slightly. "Eh, their alright. They've been doing mostly covers of songs I've heard far too many times already." Looking back, he chuckled. He knew that pout. "So what's the big decision? Fast or slow dance? Sitting or standing? Hot wings or onion rings?" He teased, giving her another half huge around the shoulders.