With that amusement over, Scott sat and listened quietly for the remainder of the class, sighing quietly as he jotted down only a couple important things. This was all basic information taught at every school, and not to mention at the beginning of every year... Why did the school always put so much importance on these rules? They made everything too easy, too proper. But Emily liked them - she said it "kept things in order." And he knew how much she loved to have things in order. So he just quietly dealt with them, making sure to look busy. It did surprise him to see so many kids actually struggling, though, as if this was something difficult. Everything just comes naturally to you!!! He remembered Emily scoffing at him, one time. Why was it just him? If everything this little was difficult, he couldn't even imagine how he would handle it.
As the lecture continued, he began to notice his deep, brown eyes drifting over to the girl next to him, the one who had tripped. She wasn't taking any notes, but rather sitting there with her head on her hands, an odd expression on her face. Something seemed to be bothering her, and somehow he felt that it wasn't just the embarrassment from her earlier disruption. No, it seemed almost like... She was in pain?
Surprising himself, he rolled his eyes and glanced quickly back at his paper. What the heck... Why am I even looking at her? She's just some weird girl. As amusing as it was, she's just a nobody. So I wonder why the sight of her just pisses me off... Quietly, he tapped his pen in irritation and stared at the bored. Sitting there so proper, as if she's paying super close attention to what he's saying... I hate fake girls like that. His hand moved once again to the paper, writing more notes. Something in his mind was fixated on this girl, on her messy hair, on her posture, on her weird clothes, on her eyes... And whatever it was, he really just wanted to punch something, right now. Her fakeness was not making this morning's events any easier. Why do I even have to sit next to someone like her?
Suddenly, the teacher decided to hold a quiz and began passing out papers. With a final glance at the strange newcomer, he set his gaze on the task at hand. Although most schoolwork was very easy to him, something about it felt a bit calming... theraputic, in a way. It always allowed him to focus on something mindless to forget whatever his brain had decided to fixate on. This was definitely not the first time his mind had focused on something nonessential, and he didn't like it when that happened. And he could never explain the things that he chose to focus on, so he chose to ignore them when he could.
The test was about 25 questions, with only fifteen minutes to answer them. However, Scott completed his in under five and turned the paper into the teacher, who gave him an annoyed look. A small smirk crept across his face as he returned to his seat. One good thing about being as intelligent as he is was that it gave him a chance to prove the teacher wrong very often, which (of course) has made the teacher dislike him quite a bit. Then again, the teachers at this school were assholes... Many of them didn't like Emily, either, and she was the "popular school sweetheart", according to their classmates.
Finally, class ended and Scott quickly packed up his bag to leave. This class had been the only thing keeping him from seeing Emily again, and he would be damned if he wasted even an extra second in this dull room. If the first day had been that bad, he couldn't even imagine what the rest of the year was going to be like without her here. Class would be bearable if he could at least glimpse her long auburn hair fall over her shoulder as she tucked it behind her ear, sitting at the front of the room like she did the day he first laid eyes on her. God, she was so perfect...
Unable to contain his eagerness to see her any longer, Scott pushed in his chair and turned to quickly head for the door. Before he could get anywhere, though, his foot slipped out from under him and he fell, face first, to the floor. "Gawf damid..." He sputtered, holding his nose. Glancing behind him, he saw papers flying around as he had slipped on one that she had dropped. Once again, his irritation began to rise and he turned to look at the culprit, a sharp look in his eye. Nobody else seemed to notice as the room fell silent and his worried classmates came to his aid, but his eyes stared daggers right into hers. Had anyone else seen this, they would have been terrified.