Who is in Class?

4

"...Kyle... Kyle...." I flicked another balled up piece of wrapper at him. "Hey Kyle." I rolled up another piece, "Kyle... Kyle... Kyle..." I flicked it with a forefinger and a thumb. I began rolling another one... "Kyle... hey... Hey fucker... Kyle..." my fingers were in position. I flicked it and it hit the arch of his left eyebrow.

"Oh my god," he said as it bounced off and pattered onto the table. He glared up at me, "What is wrong with you?"

"I'm bored," I informed him, resting my chin back down on the table. No one was here in biology either. No Aleks, Kelly, Trinity... Well, Jordan was here but she didn't even spare me a glance.

"Did you even do the workbook pages?" he asked, twirling his pen expertly.

I gave him a long, tiring look, "Obviously, Kyle. I've been finished for like twenty minutes. Please for the love of god, entertain me."

"You're done?" he decided to focus on. "What did you get for number nine?"

"B," I answered.

"And you did the essay?"

"Ha," I straightened. "I've been learning to write essays in thirty-five minutes or less for years now. They develop that stuff at a very young age. You know it's kind of—"

"Right," Kyle cut in. "Well, the period's almost over. What do you have next?"

"Lunch," I answered simply.

"You have fourth period lunch even though you're a senior?"

"I can't legally drive yet, Kyle. Please keep up," I flipped the pages of the workbook absentmindedly.

"So, your schedule's full too?"

"Mm-hmm," I hummed. "I have online for the last three periods. I can't afford to go to a four-year university just yet so I'm using the periods for some college courses I enrolled in last July."

"I thought you got a full ride," Kyle scoffed ignorantly.

"Cara can't support herself," I told him.

"Cara?"

"Legal guardian," I sighed.

"That sounds like an excuse but I don't really know enough."

"Mm," I hummed and the bell rung.

I PULLED my prescription sunglasses down, "Hello officer, how may I help you?"

Christopher Bane, an officer of the law—the law of Carmac—stood over the window with a friendly, aged lined smile. "Honestly, you're lucky I don't put a mark on your learner's license."

I smiled wide, "I think we both know I'd never get a license if you did. How's Sherry and the kids?"

"Oh," his face fell some. "Worried, but there's not much I can do about it. So what are you doing driving without an adult in the car?"

"Cara's got the flu and it's not like we're made of money. Even I had to pull together some reserves to even pay for the prescription she needs," I informed him. It would only benefit me in the end.

He looked unsure.

"She wanted to come along," I quickly assured. "But, I don't know, c'mon. She was way too weak for that. I snuck out as soon as she passed out."

"Noah..." he began the reprimand. "If you ever need any help, I'm right there, okay?"

I laughed, "What am I going to dial? 9-1-1?"

"I'm serious right now," he frowned.

"Okay, okay," I relented, forming a frown with my own features. I pushed a hand through my hair, "I promise I'll give you a call next time."