The Vortex

5

Camilla Smith

Our professor walked into the class as we were discussing about the semester exams, the whole class went quite at his presence.

He was strict, rather I'd say fearless in a way, he didn't even listen to the school management when it came to his subject, he wanted do to things the way he wants, and quite amazingly, the students in his grade were far better than others.

"Hey class, good morning" he said, while putting his briefcase at the side of his table.

"Good morning sir" the class chimed unanimously, and got their textbooks out.

But, from the corner of my eyes I saw the hoodie guy, his head was down on his desk, like he was sleeping. He's new so he doesn't know about Mr.Warner's wrath or the second reason could be that he just doesn't give a shit.

Either way this going to get bad.

"So the topic for today is Taxonomical hierarchy." Mr.Warner said while writing on the board with the chalk, not yet noticing Mr.hoodie.

I had to do something to get him up or his first day would be a bad memory for him and I would not want that if I was at his place.

"Where are you looking?" Mason whispered from beside me, making me glance at him.

"That guy, he's going to get in trouble" I whispered back, gesturing for him to look at the new guy.

"Why do you care? It'll be fun to watch plus the class time will be wasted, it's a win-win m'lady" He said in his cocky voice.

"Just stop being an ass please, and tell people to pass him this note" I said while scribbling on my notebook and taking out the page to fold it and hand it to him.

"Agh fine. Girls and their empathy" he rolled his eyes and took the note from my hand to pass it over to the nearest person.

"Thank you for passing it over" I nodded. "And fuck you for that sentence" I added in response to his statement on girls.

He chuckled and said something, low enough so that only he could hear it and then looked at me, his eyes staying on me for a second too long.

As this exchange was going on, Mr.Warner went on and on about Genus and Species and stuff, asking a few questions here and there.

My note finally reached the new guy and as the person next to him was passing it to him and trying to wake him up, all my hardwork went to waste as Mr.Warner's voice boomed through the roomed.

"Hey you, the one with his head down, if you want to sleep I think you can do that in your home, get up right now!" He snapped, when the guy didn't raise his head.

"This is your final warning young man, if you're not feeling well you can go to the infirmary but if that's not the case.." His voice trailed off as his face became angrier by the second.

By this time the whole class was staring in his direction, and I'm very sure most of the people were cursing him for pulling this off, it's like  suicide.

"I'm fine thank you, but I think I might like to get a few mins of sleep in" he finally raised his head from the desk.

I've heard this voice before..

The look on Mr.Warner's face was frightening, he was clenching his jaw.
He was one of those old school teachers who believed students should be desciplined.

"Get up please" Mr.Warner said calmly, which only made me realise that this is going to be worse than I thought.

The guy stood up casually, and looked directly at Mr.Warner, as if he was challenging him.