Quoted By:
All those things, and yet the teacher said nothing, the students whom were scaled or whose pencils They pushed off the desk by The Don merely grunted, but went back to work. Mikhail, whom had his pencil case pushed just picked it up calmly. Interesting...
And yet more interesting is the fact that while everyone was oblivious to it all, one student seemed to glare daggers at you. One that you wouldn't ever expect to be even capable of glaring daggers at all - Angelina, whose brow twitched as she sat straight on her assigned seat. Worse still, her eyes followed Cat Don Fluffles, unmistakably aware of Their presence.
Several times you gazes met, and her visage softened considerably for that time, only to return soon after.
This particular development took over your attention, and muffled the silent whispers of other students or Ms. Brüngger's lecture. For the most part, the game of evading each other's attention while figuring the other out that you started playing with Angelina went on for quite a while. After the initial glares, she started looking a bit more passive, more genial and considerate, more like Angelina you've known before. And, at the end, she looked at you sweetly, with smiles and small cocks of her head to the side when your eyes met. It's quite unsettling, actually.
At the end of the class, the novelty of this discovery somewhat wilted, and both of you just started as Cat Don Fluffles circled on the teachers desk, constantly brushing Ms. Brüngger's neck and face with it's sleek tail and making a mess of her papers, distracting and unsettling her in the process. Weird to see a serious teacher struggle and think the tail of the evident Cat next to her had to be an annoying fly that she hopelessly tried to swat away. This, arguably endearing, scene had you struggle to not laugh, meanwhile Angelina politely giggled into her hand. This will all be a problem, but for now you might enjoy yourself at your teachers expense.
Finally, Ms brüngger jolts up to her feet, making all of the class, you included stir. Then with a loud hit of her ruler into the desk she announces, fury evidently welling up inside her. "Listen up, girls! Today everyone has to be present in the canteen at the end of the next break. The principal has an announcement. It might answer your questions about the stuff thrown around the corridors. Next assignment. Improve you know what further. However you want... Class dismissed!" With that she promptly flops back to her armchair and points a finger at the doors. Quite satisfying to see the staff here so angry.
Understandably, the students all around you start to get up - some in a rush, some with attempted grace, and some just casually.
As you pack your things back into your duffel bag, you hear a pair of loafer skip and stop next to your station. Somehow you know just who it might be.
The familiar, feminine, and melodic voice chirps in. "Hello, Aki. Do you have time?"