----; Rhett stared out the window, refusing to pay attention as Mrs. Garza droned on and on. He had thought that taking Spanish would be an easy - plus he'd get a credit for it - but he had forgotten to take into account the fact that he went to school with a load of imbeciles who struggled to pronounce 'hola.' Because of this, the class went by slowly, with the teacher repeating the same basics over and over.
For him, it was torture. He closed his eyes, deciding sleep would be better than all of this. The peace only lasted a small while, before he felt a tap on his shoulder. Looking behind him, he saw the girl who'd done it. He recognized her. She was one of the cheerleaders - the captain, he thought. He blinked at her, his face a total look of annoyance and boredom. She motioned towards his foot. Of course. He bent down and grabbed the pencil, handing it back to her with a slight nod.