Minds in a Knot (Updating)

III, Rush

        The tutor who looked way too old to be in his mid thirties was enthusiastically babbling  and spurting out terms of Chemistry - the class Izzy was currently in - of which Izzy couldn't bear to take in anymore. Izzy felt like a fish in a bowl forced to climb up a pine tree of height equivalent to three times of that of an average man. To be painfully frank, dumb and useless.

        The monotone ticking of the dusty antique brown clock that hung over the black board felt slow, but consistent. The single pendulum swinging from right to left diverted a huge chunk of Izzy's concentration. It almost had a hypnotic effect on Izzy's fragile mind. Izzy felt restless knowing that this would be the last class before lunch break. Lunch break means meeting Fedora. Meeting Fedora would possibly mean that they would have a good talk about what may or may not be happening. Since Fedora's voice was involved, Izzy assumed she at least had noticed that something fishy was going on.

        Izzy scanned his surroundings trying to kill the time as well as his unbearable boredom. The silence, putting aside Sir Wallace's low tone voice that was consistently waking up the person sitting next to Izzy from his sleep, killed Izzy's peace of mind. Without the voices of everyone else reaching Izzy's ears, he digested in undesirable sound waves, like the sound of his rhythmic breathing pattern and the sound of the guy that lacks of manner who was snorting too often 3 seats behind him.

        The classroom had a surprisingly comfortable interior, but filled with the wrong people. Izzy could've made a list of who shouldn't have been there, but he thought he had an abundance of sins and he did not want to add in another for putting down Mr Wallace's as the first in it. The tables were arranged exceptionally neat with gaps on all four directions of each table being half of an arm's length. The tutor despised the act of copying and this arrangement, which had never been rotated since the beginning of last year, was his idea of prevention.

        The last five minutes came closer and Izzy felt as restless as a herd crossing a river full of massive starving crocodiles. Closer. And soon too close for comfort. 

        "One last question before you go," Mr Wallace said.

        Little did Izzy know that question had taken sixty percent of the available time Izzy had for lunch. He didn't worry about eating, he was just worried about not being able to talk with Fedora about stuff.  Stuff that he was not capable of understanding and answers that he wanted from a handful of questions for Fedora. Izzy, who was exceedingly anxious for not being able to meet Fedora in time, tried a couple of tricks to draw the tutor's attention into being aware of the time. Izzy packed his stuff in hopes that it would've rang a bell for Mr. Wallace, but that had miserably failed. He then gazed at his watch, acting all shocked and bewildered, but the tutor didn't get that either. Izzy was in a different frequency.

        "Sir Wallace," a deep voice coming from a guy who raised his hand up confidently up in the air sitting at the left corner from Izzy's seat. Everyone turned his way. Sir Wallace flicked his eyebrows, gesturing the guy to finish what he wanted to say.

        "Time's up. Actually, our period finished ten minutes ago." Sir Wallace had his eyes rounded in disbelief, and glanced at his expensive looking wrist watch.

        "I apologize everyone. I shall let you go now. I'll let you off with no homework tonight as an apology for my carelessness. Enjoy your break." Sir Wallace announced.

        Izzy briskly walked out of the class heading towards the bench that he had sat on this morning with Nathan. He made his way through the crowd, efficiently sliding through small gaps between the  bodies, not wanting to waste a single second.