Absinthe tried to ignore the irritating jock, frowning and trying to look properly depressed, but she did squirm just a little.  She wished he would just stop talking and leave her alone already!<br/><br/>And where<em>was</em>the teacher?  Sooner she (or he) arrived sooner they would be done with this and she could go back to the little group of Goths she had run across earlier.  She wasn't completely sure if they accepted her, and figured she'd have to prove herself to them somehow, but at least they weren't like this annoying muscle-bound boy she had the misfortune to be placed near.