ASUKA LANGLEY SORYU<br/><br/>The bell rang and with a theatrical yawn and loud stretch and groan I shut my laptop, threw it and my unused notebook in my bag and stood up.<br/><br/>Around me the two thirds or less capacity class began to do the same, shuffling about, chatting, scraping chairs.<br/><br/>(http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq131/renmei_2008/eva_shinji005.jpg)<br/><br/>At the front the old<em>sensei</em>droned on, his back to us, his gaze directed out the window. He mumbled on about Second Impact apparently not having heard the bell or even noticed that half his class had already left the room.<br/><br/><em>Baka.</em><br/><br/>I glanced over at Shinji giving his back a hard stare, and made more noise so he'd know I was leaving. He didn't react.<br/><br/><strong>"Well I'm going home,"</strong>I said loudly and turned in a whirl of skirt and hair.<br/><br/>I didn't want to walk home alone but I didn't want<em>baka Shinji</em>for company either but I didn't want to be alone less than I didn't want him for company. And he was prefererable to the other two stooges who were exchanging glances then looking my way.<br/><br/><em>If Kensuke points his camera at me I swear I'll throw it out the window and down to the parking lot.<br/><br/>And I won't unhook the neck strap first.</em><br/><br/>I went to the door.