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Toby nodded, feeling a twinge of jealousy at Bruno's statement that having a quiet weekend would be nice. He supposed that if he were the kind of person who had the time, money and friends to do things, he might agree. But as it stood, he usually spent his own weekends at home, alone. 

Toby then put his head back down, kind of glad that Bruno had taken the time to answer him even though he had other people to address. He looked down at his old, cracked watch, then up at the clock on the wall, kind of hoping this period would end soon. He now had nobody to talk to and nothing to do, and he was already feeling boredom start to sink in, mixing uncomfortably with his preexisting anxiety. 

Noticing that his knuckles had started to drip small amounts of blood onto the surface of his desk, his flinched and wiped the drops of red away, making a mental note to try and leave his hands alone for the rest of the day. Actually, it would probably be best if he kept [i]all[/i] his anxious habits to a minimum. He was naturally fidgety and he didn't want people thinking he was even weirder than they already thought he was.

A few seconds later, however, he'd gone right back to twirling strands of his hair and kicking his feet back and forth. His breathing, which was still a bit labored and shaky, was starting to get on his nerves, so he dug into the pocket of his green hoodie for his inhaler. 
Nothing. 
Toby growled in frustration, sitting up and checking all four pockets of his jeans for the object and coming up with nothing. He hoped it hadn't gotten lost on the way up to school, because he definitely couldn't afford a new one.
[i]I probably left the stupid thing at home again.[/i] He thought. At least, he hoped that was what had happened. He sighed, slumping back onto his desk and trying not to think about whether or not he had P.E today. It would be unfortunate if he had to have an attack so early in the school year, in front of everyone. He supposed if he was careful, it could probably be avoided or at least put off until he could get home and look for the small plastic device. 

He absentmindedly twisted a lock of his hair between his fingers, watching Landon out of the corner of his eye. Everyone else in the classroom seemed to be occupied by conversing among themselves. Toby wasn't sure if he was glad not to have to have another awkward conversation or if God forbid he was getting lonely. Looking out the window, he contented himself by once again getting lost in his own stream of thought.