Martin was pretty sure he was about to prove that spontaneous human combustion was indeed possible. One more minute – no, one more nanosecond – stuck between a hostile Danny and clueless Preston and fwoosh, he’d go up just like that, and Danny would have all A’s for the year after all, and be scraping Martin’s ashes from his stupid sloppy hair for the rest of the semester. - Haha, I love it.

This Preston subplot is fast-turning into one of my favorite parts of this fic. I just think it's so funny. I guess by now he's got SOME kind of clue...I hope...

Omg, handjobs! Outside! *dies*