The gloom of the day reflected presently through more than the young mans eye. It stared through the panes of glass blankly, watching the tiny sparrows mock one another in a spiral down the tree. He blinked slowly, barely able to keep his lids from closing on him as his knuckles held his chin up. The day was more than half over luckily, though the semester just started and he would face a few classes that he felt were less than necessary. After a couple weeks of the year, they finally got things straight and had him settled in his classes, one of which he began this day - and he wasn't too thrilled.<br/>He slid his eye over, barely looking at the teacher as she scribbled across the white board. The acetone scent was pungent to him, even from several feet away, and he just looked forward to his long walk home. He watched her hips sway as she shuffled across the floor, covering every inch of the surface with basic math - at least, in his eyes. His glance brought his head around, looking a little at the three guys passing their notes and admiring their teacher's figure. She was pretty good looking for an older woman, if you're into that sort of thing. The couple behind them weren't so subtle with their hands in each other's laps, clearly not thinking of the climax associated with the maximum, specific values.<br/>With a heavy sigh he turned completely, staring back at the clock with dismay. Still ten minutes to go yet - which may have been an hour with how bored he was. Before returning his view out the window, his eye met that of a classmate; one who was not so pleasing to see. His brow was down and furrowed, though uninhibited by the slicked back dirty blond hair high above the crew cut. He scowled at the boys gaze, his nose even scrunching as he began to smile. The boy only aggravated him further by widening his smiling and smooching his pale pink lips in his direction with what would assume to be a wink.<br/>"Conager?" the teacher piped.<br/>He turned his head with narrowed eye and looked up at here.<br/>"Yes sugar?"<br/>"Are you paying attention?" she asked a little annoyed.<br/>"No ma'am. Sorry, I was makin' friends."<br/>"Eye's front if you please."<br/>He furrowed his brow, mocking her seriousness and nodded in compliance, ignoring the fool behind him who's gaze would burn through the back of his skull.<br/>He sat up and pulled at the slip of paper within his spiral notebook, acquainting himself with where he needed to be next. A different hall on another part of the school in a writing class. A writing class? Seriously? What need would he ever have for that? Though he was unaware of what his future would bring, he knew scribbles on a page couldn't possibly contribute.