Spazz made it to class in plenty of time, checked the seating chart, and found her seat.  She sat for a moment, eyes closed, head bobbing gently...and then turned to find the jock from earlier sitting next to her.<br/><br/>Oh.  Interesting.<br/><br/>She looked the other way for a moment, finding a Goth girl sitting there.  She managed a slight, weak smile at the Goth and then turned her eyes to the front board and zoned out again.  Her fingers lightly tapped out a beat on her desk: one, two, one-two-three.<br/><br/>Where was the teacher, anyway?