Killing Time [radiohead fanfiction]

Ten: First Day (Continued)

     Soon enough, the assembly was concluded and it was time for actual school.
"So classes are only around twenty minutes?" I question, raising an eyebrow at Thom, who follows close behind me.
"Yeah. Just about. I don't see the point in it honestly. They only do it for the new students I suppose." He explains, burying his hands deep inside his pockets awkwardly. I stop for a moment, not quite remembering which direction the science wing is. Due to my abrupt halt, Phil bumps into me.
"Sorry, I don't quite remember where-" I begin but am quickly cut off by Phil, who seems to read my mind.
"It's this way," He says, turning my shoulders so I now face left.
"Do you at least remember the room number?" Thom asks while stifling a laugh.
"Yes, Thom," I respond, continuing down the hallway with a newfound confidence. We made it to the correct classroom without any further problems, and Thom congratulated me on my memorization. Phil spots an empty lab table towards the back of the class, where we all sit as the remaining students file into the room.
"Welcome back boys, hopefully, everyone had a good break." Our teacher, a lazily dressed middle-aged man with smudged glasses yawns as he adjusts his tie. He looks up from the floor and his eyes meet mine, a surprised, yet confused look suddenly dawns on his face. I suppress a laugh as he frantically looks down at his attendance list, and then back at me.
"Miss Chapelle..?"
"Yes, sir," I respond properly, adjusting my posture as he approaches, outstretching a hastily sleeved arm to meet mine.
"Mr. Wright. It's nice to finally meet you." He shakes my hand sloppily, a crooked smile emerging from his unshaven face.
"As am I," I say, liking the pleasantly surprised look on his face. Mr. Wright returns to his spot behind the desk, beginning to scramble through several stacks of paper.

"You're gonna be real popular with the teachers." Thom jokes, leaning towards me with a grin.
"What makes you say that?"
"You have this thing about you. I dunno what it is, but you're terribly good with adults."
"Plus, all the teachers are sick of us boys," Phil adds, giving the blonde a hefty pat on the shoulder. My attention is drawn in by Mr. Wright, who hastily scribbles some words across the chalkboard.
"Is he always like this?" I ask Thom.
"Hm?" He questions, only now aware that I was talking to him.
"Mr. Wright. Is he always so..."
"Unprepared? Yeah. He almost never wakes up on time. It's a miracle he hasn't been fired yet." Thom responds, watching Mr. Wright shake his head aggressively as a means of waking himself up.
"Rumor has it, last year he fell asleep during a test and he bribed his students with good marks so they wouldn't report him to the headmaster," Phil adds, leaning back dangerously far in his chair.

"Alright everyone, settle down. I'm just going to review the syllabus." Mr. Wright explains at the front of the classroom. I watch Thom roll his eyes, seemingly unimpressed with our teacher's lesson plan.
The rest of the period isn't particularly interesting. Our teacher goes over the rules of his classroom, which don't extend much from what's usually required. Phil tells me that he's a rather relaxed teacher, just does the bare minimum.

"Do you know where you're going?" Thom asks once the bell rings.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I got it," I answer, not entirely certain of my capabilities. The blonde eyes me suspiciously as we exit the classroom, not quite trusting my words.
"I can walk you there if you'd like." He offers, somewhat shyly.
"You really don't trust me, huh?" I respond in a weird half-attempt at teasing him.
"What? No! I just don't want you to get lost or something." Thom says, hiding his nervousness terribly. I'm in the middle of laughing when I see Jonny approaching from a nearby hallway. He spots me and waves me over, presumably so he can take me to my next class, which we share.
"I see you've already made plans." Thom voices glumly once he notices Jonny waiting for me.
"I'm just as surprised as you are! I didn't know anyone was walking me to any of my classes!" I explain, not wanting anyone to feel bad.
"No, no. It's fine. I suppose I'll walk alllll alone." The blonde fake weeps, much to my annoyance as I notice Phil waiting closely behind Thom.
"Goodbye, Thomas." I huff as I push his pouty face aside to join Jonny, who continues to wait patiently. I hear Thom cackle as I leave, seemingly proud of his joke.