As I sat there, mulling everything over, I tapped my pen in thought.
Clack clack clack
Against my desk. Paying no attention to how forcefully I was hitting the tiny table, the pen flew straight out of my hand, soared through the air, and landed with a clatter, right at the teacher's feet.
Mr. Botticelli turned at the noise, and scooped up the pen swiftly like an eagle with its prey.
His small, watery eyes scanned the classroom sternly.
"Who threw this?"
He demanded, deadly calmness to his voice.
I remained utterly silent, keeping my eyes on my desk, hoping my face wasn't red. I felt Botticelli's eyes fall on me as he squinted.
Shit shit shit shit
I thought, trying to look as innocent as possible. He took a step forward as if to walk over here when the boy next to me piped up.
"It was me, Mr. B."
He said, coming to my rescue.
I turned my head to look at him, baffled.
"What are you doing?!"
I whispered.
He smiled at me mischievously before turning back to Mr. B.
"You, Mr. Hudson?"
Mr. Botticelli's chest seemed to swell with anger.
Nolan Hudson, the guy everyone knows and likes. Part of the 'in crowd', Nolan was usually seen playing sports on break, or talking about when the next big party's gonna be.
We never really talked much. In fact, up until today, we exclusively only communicated through facial expressions.
Example: Mr. B. would assign homework, cue an eye roll from Nolan, and a look of disgust from me.
That was about it.
And yet, here he was, at my rescue, staring straight into the face of danger.
"Yes, Mr. B.. Me."
Nolan's voice dripped with nonchalance.
"And why would you do such a thing?"
Mr. B.'s words quivered with anger.
Nolan shrugged.
"To spice things up. This class puts me to sleep. 'Oh lets find the point of this angle, and then let's calculate this and that, blah blah blah', For God's sake, there is no point!"
My jaw dropped. Mr. Botticelli' face was like a beet, a vein in his neck protruded.
"Detention!"
He barked. Nolan smiled and stood, took a bow, and sat back down.
"Lookin' forward to it, Mr. Botticelli."
He said, giving him the finger guns before continuing his worksheet as though nothing happened.
The bell rang, indicating second period had ended. I watched Nolan with fascination as he put his books away.
"You didn't have to do that..."
I said, reaching forward to hand him a book he'd neglected to grab.
Nolan gave me a smile.
"Sure I did. I needed something to do after school today anyway. Plus, Botticelli pisses me off, so any chance I have to piss him off, I jump on."
I was at a loss for words. My voice was stuck in my throat.
Nolan reached out and tapped my chin.
"No need to thank me, beautiful eyes. Just keep your butter fingers in check."
And with that, he walked up to Mr. B.'s desk to receive his detention slip.
Today has been so weird, and it's not even lunch yet...
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