Classroom slumbers (Open)

I’m kind of surprised when he replies. Not many people who know me, or my reputation, would bother but I guess he’s feeling generous today. I’m even more surprised when I hear what he says,"Oh, he's just going on and on about how coal fuels the district, and how getting the most could mean the best for someone. No amount of coal would shut Mr. Kaiser up though." It wasn’t even quiet and Mr. Kaiser obviously heard. I automatically like this guy, I thought that I was the only one who didn’t give a **** what teachers thought. I draw my attention to Mr. Kaser, or whatever his name is. This should be interesting.
I wonder what I would do if I was him. Mind you, I’m not ever likely to be in that situation. First, you wouldn’t catch me teaching, and second people seem to be a bit scared of me. To be honest I’m not sure why. I’m mean yeah I’m a bit bulky but I’m not really scary. Anyway, this guy doesn’t seem to be scared of me. I laugh and maybe it’s a bit louder than I intended because Mr, whatever, shoots me another of those glares that are supposed to burn you to ash but never works. I decide to go along with the joke and whisper really loudly, “ Yeah but it might help to colour his hair a bit.”
That wasn’t really the best I could’ve done but I’m still half asleep and thinking doesn’t come naturally to me. But it did the job and Mr. Kaiser explodes. We won’t get suspended; it’s not quite bad enough for that, but between us we’ve managed to give the whole class a lesson free. Or, as free as it gets when you’re still stuck in the room with a teacher. He won’t be bothering us though, by the time he’s calmed down enough to try to shut us up he won’t have a chance.

Like I thought, there was no chance whatsoever of the lesson continuing so I leaned back in my chair. Now, I might have something worth staying awake for. I almost gasp when he talks again,"Right, because I felt like opening my history book today." If he was talking to me that would be fine but he's not. He's talking to he teacher.I might not care what Mr.Kaiser thinks, but that is bad enough to get him into pretty bad trouble. I think that if I ignore the boy's comment then maybe his punishment won't be so bad. I'm lucky though or rather he's lucky because Mr Kaiser doesn't react. I'm not sure why but maybe he just realised that he was fighting a losing battle. Anyway, it let us off the hook.

I turn to the boy and offer my hand. It's so formal that it's funny. Well I think so anyway and anyone can argue with me if they want but really I wouldn't advise it. "Gorse Mill, the worst student in our year although you may be a contestant for the position" I keep my tone very formal, like I'm introducing myself to , actually there's no one who I respect enough to be formal to. There's my parents but they know me so why would I want to introduce myself to them?

I turn my attention to Mr Kasomethingarather. He is yelling at some completely innocent group of girls on the other side of the room. All they did was laugh a bit but I guess they're better targets than us because they cower when her shouts at them. I remember when I used to be like that. It was a long time ago now, in primary, I actually cared how I did at school. I think I liked the idea of being the smartest in the class. But then I realised that was never going to happen so I gave up. Well, after a few text books getting torn up in frustration. Now, I'm kind of a brick wall to any 'learning' that doesn't involve meat or iron. But still, there are more valuable things to learn at school that the composition of coal and today looks to be a good lesson.

He takes my hand and introduces himself just as formally, "Deserax Sevecan, class clown extraordinaire." He seems to consider his introduction a little which amuses me. It might not seem like it, but I always monitor what comes out my mouth very thoroughly before I allow myself to speak. I have to weigh up the situation and decide what needs saying, and what to say to achieve maximum effect. Of course I also have to decide what effect I want. Then I decide how I should present the chosen words. A tone or hand gesture can change a meaning so easily, I've noticed, from kind or light-hearted to rude. I don't think other people go through this process so it always strikes me as funny when they are surprised by what they say. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a fake type of person or anything. I mean what I say. I guess I'm just not very, impromptu.
When Deserax stands to leave I'm disappointed. I mean, yeah, the bell rang but I was hoping that I could maybe get a new friend out of this. I'm not particularly short of friends but a new one never hurts. And I like this guy, I’m not sure why but I do. I relax a bit when he speaks again, "Gimme a sec. Got some cheering up to do." He waltzes over to the girls who look like they just got squashed by an anvil and starts to talk to them. Within a minute, they're smiling again and I have to admire him. Maybe I was wrong about Deserax not thinking through situations. He seems to have a similar gift to me. It could be great to talk to someone who reads people too. That's what I call it, reading people even though it’s not so much reading people but writing reactions. You have to engineer situations. That makes it sound bad but I mostly only use it to help people, although I wouldent have a problem with really freaking people out. Not people I like though so this Deserax is safe.
He comes back again, of course. “Ya know, I think I might have just found someone who’s able to ‘roll with the punches’ so to speak.” To be honest I’m not really sure what to say. Does he mean me? If so then he’s pretty intuitive either that or he’s been stalking me for the last few years. Either way, if he means me, he’s right. I wouldn’t care much about the stalking bit, I can look after myself, and it might prove handy to have someone who and go unnoticed so easily. But, it might be complementing myself a bit much to actually seriously consider this option so I forget about it. I am a little freaked out though at his skill and I’m starting to wonder why I don’t remember him from anywhere. Maybe I’ve been less observant of people outside my friends than I thought. I thought that I knew everyone in my year and my disillusionment has kind of shocked me. I try to go through the normal conversation processes but I’m too caught up trying to remember Deserax from anywhere that when I finally process a reply, it’s pretty pathetic, “And I’ve just found someone who can read people?” It’s a question because I’m not sure, but I really hope I’m right.
I want to invite him to have lunch with me. He doesn’t seem to have a load of friends lining up to hang out with him and mine will survive if I ditch them for one lunch. They have their own groups so it won’t bother them. But for some reason, I’m insanely nervous. It isn’t just because he’s a guy, I’ve got loads of guy friends and I’ve never been nervous about them. I’m really unnerved but I decide to go ahead anyway. It takes me longer than normal to speak because I’m thinking things through really carefully, “Do you want to come have lunch with me? I know this great spot by the courts. Unless you have somewhere else to be.” I deliberately rush the last bit to make me seem more nervous and look around as if there are loads of people who need his help. Not in a mocking way. It just makes my invitation seem a little more, important, and gives him a way out. There, my best crafting skills on display. Now all I need to do is hold my breath and wait.