Jack had perfected the ancient and highly underrated art of sleeping with his eyes open.
From the front of the classroom, Mr. Airee droned on about the Foundation of Chemistry, his voice rising and falling like a tired wave that had long since given up on reaching shore. Chalk scratched the board in slow, merciless strokes. Each strokes felt personal.
"F-F-Fuck this shit",Jack murmured..
Jack sat in the first row in middle,chin propped on his palm, eyelids hovering dangerously close to surrender. His notebook lay open and empty except for a single doodle of a stick figure lying in a coffin labeled Me, during this lecture.
A sudden nudge jabbed into his ribs.
"Oi. You're snoring again," whispered Johan, his best friend and who has also almost surrendered in class.
"N-Ni-Ni" Jack murmured without opening his eyes. "As always, A sleepy Ass.",Johan murmured.
Jack shifted, straightening just enough to look convincingly alive. He glanced at the board, saw symbols that looked suspiciously like angry noodles, and immediately regretted it.
Shin,who sat perfectly upright, actually taking notes. Jack didn't trust people like that. Jin, beside him, looked almost dead but like a cat pretending not to care while absolutely caring,I ignored them . And at the corner, Vasco slouched across two chairs, arms crossed, somehow managing to look both intimidating and half-asleep at the same time.
"How long has he been talking?" Jack murmured
Johan checked the sun through the window. "Either forty minutes or three years. Hard to tell."
Mr. Airee suddenly stopped writing.
The room went silent.
Jack's soul left his body.
"Jack Sparrow," the teacher said calmly, without turning around. "Since you seem so detached, perhaps you would like to explain the Rutherford atomic model."
Jack blinked. Once. Twice.
"The… third one?" he tried.
A few students snickered.
"Yes," Mr. Airee said, finally facing him. His expression was the same one he wore when disappointment had already settled in and made itself comfortable.
Jack cleared his throat. "Ruth… uh… Rutherford atomic model... um.... Don't know."
Johan buried his face in his hands.
Mr. Airee sighed and said angrily "you get out of my class."
"Son of a bitch ...",Jack thinked in this own thought but Jack perked up slightly and smiled. A punishment that involved fresh air was barely a punishment at all.
After sometimes a melodic sound reached his ears.
"Ring... Ring... Ring..."
"Finally Lunchtime, hurray We survived the apocalypse..." ,Johan said and all agreed happily.