Of all the places to be in a classroom, the back seats simply had to be the best. You had the best view of the others and of the classroom itself, didn't have to be too close to the teacher, and it was harder for said teacher to spot you if you were goofing or slacking off from whatever the hell was being taught as the lesson that day. And currently occupying two of those coveted back seats, towards the outer corner of the classroom near the window, were two boys who looked very much alike. In fact, they were twins, and the only way one could really tell them apart were their eye color. One had blue eyes, while the other had red eyes with a tint of brown. Even their clothes were similar, the only difference being that the color scheme was opposite.<br/><br/>Both were quiet, leaning their chins in their hands, elbows up on the surface of the desk, gazing out at the classroom with a look of boredom in their eyes. Every so often they would glance at each other from the corners of their eyes, before continuing on their speechless 'watch' of the scenes before them. In silence they watched as the other students made their way one by one in to the room, as they'd been the first to arrive, though it seemed no one seemed to see them sitting there in their seats. No words were exchanged when the others began talking among themselves, some in pleasant conversation, others in a somewhat rude tone, and some were downright nasty towards each other. But that was to be expected from a school for 'wayward boys'. You were going to have your delinquents who hid their personalities, and then there were those who didn't give two fucks.<br/><br/>When the lesson started, it seemed like one seat was left unoccupied, looks like there was a missing student. Of course, the twins already knew who it was, even though they had never met the guy. The lesson, so it seemed, was that of history, and both boys pulled out their headphones, the blue eyed male putting one headphone in his right ear, while the red eyed male put his in the left, so that they could still 'hear' the lesson. They both moved in perfect sync, it was like watching mirror images of them moving at the same time. They already knew what the whole class would pertain, so why listen? It was rather a waste in their opinion, and were content with waiting it out until the class ended so they could go on with the rest of the day.<br/><br/>It didn't take long however, and finally all was over. Both boys got up from their seats, and pulled their bags on to their shoulders, slipping their phones in to their pockets, with music still playing. A single glance from one to the other, and they begin to make their way out of the room, as quietly as ever, not a single sound could be heard from them except for the dull muffle of music coming from their headphones, and the shuffling of their feet. They cared not for making new friends, but if someone might stop to talk to them, then so be it. But both doubted any would have the nerve.