Paul Ray
The time passed uneventful and Paul, being who he is, didn't really pay much attention to the lesson and instead opted, like Ted, to have a nap. And what nap that was! Full of beautiful women doing many naughty things to each other. His classmates would have surely noticed his twitching and shifting in his seat while having a stupid look on his face. Eventually he did wake up though, and realized what he had been doing for the past 45 minutes and quickly tried to compose himself.
And then the bell rang.
BRRRRRRRNG!
"Too late... what's done is done..." Paul picked up the remaining pieces of his embarrassed self, exited the classroom and headed towards the dorms to drop his things before walking to the cafeteria to pick up lunch. On his way, Paul noticed that Ziska also headed to the dorms; "Won't she eat anything?" he thought confused. "Eh, she must have something stashed away... plus, why would i even care?" Paul scratched his head and walked away a few steps before stopping again. He looked back and sighed, "she always did look the lonely type..." he thought and looked at his watch. "OH SHIT! LUNCHTIME RUSH HOUR!" he shouted and bolted to the cafeteria.
...but he was too late. The line of people waiting to buy lunch stretched longer than those Walmart lines during Black Friday. Thankfully, the service was fairly quick and all the students got to eat, although the students at the back of the line didn't exactly get what they wanted. When his turn came, he picked up two packed sandwiches and two Tropicana orange juices, the last of which he actually fought for with another student, and left the noisy place. After asking for directions from the receptionist down the school lobby, who looked at him with a suspicious look before answering back, he walked back to the dorms and found Ziska's room. "Remind me why I am doing this again? Oh yeah..." he thought before knocking on the door.
Knock knock.