Apprehension

Unseen Teachers

After your small conversation with the rather sensible and calm person that you didn't realize Endre was- the rest of the class went past very fast. You didn't necessarily have anything to say to Endre- so during the homeroom class- you just fiddled around with your pencils and drew on random papers.

Endre was just as silent as you were, messing around and pulling apart his pencils in a manner that made it feel as if he was simply trying to wast some time. Not that you had a problem with that- it felt a bit nice to know that you weren't the only one that couldn't really talk to anyone at this moment in time.

Nevertheless, that class ended- which meant that actual learning had to happen.

Staying in the same place, the class watched as sweet Miss Bell gathered her things up, shuffling a few folders and books before standing up straight and waving at all of you, "Be good students for Wilbur now!"

You mentally questioned what teacher would call themselves Wilbur, but after thinking it over, you had the thought that perhaps it was just Bell calling the teacher by they're first name. You know, because teachers are adults, and adults call each other their names.

Next thing you know, an average adult male walks in, passing by Miss Bell with a small greeting. He seemed too poised and proper to be a student friendly teacher, and Mr. Murphy definitely  looked like he'd get along with him.

Ignoring my thoughts, I looked forward at the new teacher- the deep chocolate skin fitting him rather nicely. Not a strand of hair out of place, all of which was combed back; the locks seemed a bit hair sprayed, and you imaged his hair would be rather fluffy without hair spray.

Shuffling your arms at your table- you unconsciously straightened your shoulders just watching him stand there so stiffly.

"Everyone has there books out?" Was the first thing Wilbur had to say- not bothering with introductions and instantly skipping to the lesson.

Freezing at that thought, you scrambled to look at the books you brought with you.

The dread you felt when you had no idea which subject this was sent a sense of helplessness through your being, and after searching your folder for your schedule, your heart sank lower.

The screams you screamed into your head made you sweat all the more- several things such as "Frick fracks!"  "Shlap gaps!"  "Fiddlesticks!" Rushing through your mind. The most prominent one being, "I'm dead. I know I am"

Sweat was already coming off you in buckets- and if your nervousness wasn't enough, you silently cracked your fingers to try to take your mind off of things.

Lo and behold, a quiet voice reached out to you, a slender finger being pushed against the bulky book next to your arm.

"This one." The voice was almost so quiet you didn't here it, but you did- and you were so very grateful to have made amends with your seat partner right before such a dire time of need.

Whispering back in a quiet voice of your own and keeping your eyes focused on the math book, your reply was kept short, "Thank you soo much- I really thought I was gonna die-...."

Endre made a small noise of agreement, "No problem."

"You two. " The sudden stern voice almost made you jolt out of your seat.

Wilbur had caught the both of you whispering, clearly.

"What are you chattering about over there?"

Straightening up in your seat, you sucked a breath through your teeth and let the first thing that came into your head out.

"I'veneverbeeninthisclassbeforeandIforgotmyschedule- and Endre wasjusthelpingmefindmybook."

All through this encounter, Endre didn't at all flinch- body staying motionless and withdrawn.

Wilbur raised an eyebrow, while his tone of voice depicted that he'd forgotten about that entirely, "Oh yeah." Was his very simply response, "You brought the homework from your sick days in, right?"

You nodded fervently, reaching into your folder and pulling put the papers.

"Good." He walked away from the podium and to your desk, taking the papers from you and doing a once over, "I'll give them to you by the end of the day."

He turned his back, walking to the front of the room, "Next time you want to whisper in class though, remember to think of the other students."

"Page 6, for those of you who don't remember the page."

That- ... wasn't nearly as bad as you had expected it to go! Much, much better in fact.

It left you with the jitters either way, but it didn't make you feel horrible like most teachers like to do- or well- like the dragon likes to.

Smiling a little at the thought,  you flipped the... ugh.... math book open to page six.

After opening the book, you moved your arm over to Endre's side of the table, gave a thumbs up, before moving it back onto your side.

You'd like to imagine he smiled at that- or nodded- or something of the sort, but without being able to look, you didn't know for sure.

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Sorry this took so long. And that it's so short. I just felt that that's where the chapter needed to end- so lol.

Still acquaintances, but there's at least the base that your seat partners- and seat partners has gots to work togethers.

Also- NEW CHARACTER

WHYARETHERESOMANY

ahem.

If you couldn't guess by the name- which is actually a bit harder then the others,

WILBUR is the WITHER SKELETON .

Yes- the Wither Skeleton is your one of your teacher.