penned in ink

.1~C

I tap under the table, not wanting to disturb Miss Krane's lecture over human anatomy. She points to the lumbar vertebrae, calling on the girl next to me to answer the question she had asked.

The girl answered, getting the answer right. She turned and looked at me, winking at me in the process. She turned back around, smirking at her friends. Miss Krane called on me to tell her how many lumbar vertebrae there are, thinking I don't know the answer.

"Five, ma'am." Her face is priceless as she turns back to teaching. The class swoons, looking at me like I'm a god.

"Thanks, Connor," she mumbled. I laugh and go back to drumming my fingers on the underside of the table. My fingers brush a small square of just plain space, nothing there. My mind flits back to a book I read, about how a popular guy left a note and started a relationship with someone by writing sticky notes back and forth.

I pull out a pad of pastel green sticky notes. Tapping my fingers on the space, I wonder what to write.

i'm so bored in here. i already learned the info years back. Its like she  wants to bore us to death. hope somebody other than the custodian finds this or something
-c

I look at the black pen ink that is scribbled hastily on the small square, sticking it on the underside of the desk. I smile as Miss Krane glares at me.

Better luck next time ma'am.