The Waiting Game

Chapter Five

Dear lord, why did I have to be stuck next to him of all people?
"Hey, can you read problem three for me?" He whispered, squinting.
It was the third day of this. This guy cannot remember his glasses if his life depended on it.
"Can't you just ask the teacher to move you to sit up front?" I whispered back with a sigh.
"No, because then she'll think I'm an idiot who can't remember his glasses." He hissed back. "And the truth is that I broke them, and I don't have contacts."
This guy couldn't get more annoying. He had answered every question the teacher asked him to read off of the board incorrectly, doodled all over his notebook, and decided to figure out a nickname for me. And that was just in the first half hour of class today.
"How did you break them? They can't be that bad." I questioned.
"Uh, I'd rather not talk about it."
"Alright, if I'm going to have to read you all of the problems off of the board for the next semester, you better at least give me a good reason for why your glasses are broken," I chided.
"Alright, well, I ran them over with my car. Don't expect me to tell you anything else, I already said I don't want to talk about it." He growled.
"You ran over them with your car?" I snickered. "How in the world did you-"
"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT" He whisper-shouted.
"Class! Please stop chit chatting and turn to page three hundred and eighty-five. Do problems three through ten while I talk with Mrs. Cassandra."
I turned to my book, expecting him to do the same and leave me alone for once. Instead, i felt a light tap on my shoulder.
I turned around and sighed.
"What now, blondie?" I asked him.
"Uhhh, I actually kinda forgot my book at home today so I was wondering if maybeyoucouldshareyourswithme" he mumbled."
"Holy shizzle, don't tell me you ran over that, too," I quipped.
"Who says holy shizzle?" He said, dodging my question.
"I do, because, for your information, I don't like to cuss. Now that you've wasted my time, go use someone else's textbook, and stop bugging me."
He got up to walk away, and I felt so bad I had to say something.
"Ughhh. Fine, I guess you can use my textbook. Sorry for being rude," I said, trying to sound indifferent and failing miserably.
"Thank lord. I'm pretty sure everyone else in this class thinks I'm an idiot who cheats off of other people." He said.
"Just please, for the love of god, stop trying to call me terrible nicknames like kitkat and turtle."
"I will." He said. "Although I won't stop trying to find a nickname for you."
I sighed for the twenty-second time that day. I was going to have to put up for this for seventeen more weeks? Please, remind me to get Advil.
"Oh, and I broke my pencil, can I borrow one?"
Scratch that. To deal with this guy I was going to need anesthesia.