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all the commotion had taken place. There were no students in the hall except for Dean and myself, so I quickly ran to my notebook right before I heard a cracking thud. I looked up at the only thing that could be responsible for that noise. Dean. His fist was in the brick wall. After a few moments, he slowly took his fist out of the broken surface. Rustic crumbs stuck to his skin while others dropped to the floor. He stared at his fist and loosened his tight grip, brushing off the wall crumbs with his other hand. Dean headed towards his class without giving my presence heed. After waiting in a moment of disbelief, I walked up to the wall to feel it. I had to make sure that what I saw was real.
    There was clearly a dent in it. I made my hand into a fist and set it inside. The dent was about three times bigger. I thought to myself that maybe it wasn’t real brick, that for some reason the construction of the building was mostly clay? Dean looked strong, but to be able to do that? No, the wall was already cracked or something. That had to be it. I slowly brought my hand back down.
    The second bell rang. I ran in the direction I thought my classroom was in. Late again.
     
     
     

 
     

     
     
     
    y fifth hour teacher didn’t approve of me being late, even if it was just by a minute. Next time-no distractions-I was going be on time for my last class.
    I swung the door open only to find the classroom empty. Well… almost. There was no teacher and only one student. Dean had a textbook open on his desk and a piece of paper that looked like the same assignment I had for Trig. There were name tags propped on each desktop. Mine was right next to him. I dragged my feet to the desk and dropped my bag to the floor. Without moving his head, he turned an eye to me. I paused for a moment…he never took the time to look my way. I wasn’t quite sure if it was a good thing or not. I quietly sat down next to him and Dean’s focus returned to his textbook. The room was uncomfortably silent. The humming of the air conditioning was the only thing brave enough to make a sound. I was afraid to breathe. My leg was pumping up and down and I couldn’t find a comfortable way to sit. It was such a simple thing. Just sit still. My allergies chose that moment to kick in. They had been bothering me all morning, but I never really paid any attention to them. Now though, my concentration was fixed on keeping quiet and not sneezing. I felt my nose begin to get stuffy. No! Not now! As softly as I could, I started breathing through my mouth. I surveyed the teacher’s desk to see if there were any tissues. With my luck, there would be absolutely nothing I could blow my nose with. And, of course, I couldn’t see any tissues. I crossed my leg over the other and started shaking it. Dean glared at my leg and then he quickly looked back to his paper. When I looked at the time again, I couldn’t believe that only a couple of minutes had gone by. My nose situation was getting worse by the second. I then remembered that when I was a kid, I would jump up and down on the bed to clear it up. Walking around the room should do the trick. I slowly got up and made my way to the front of the class, then to the back.  And even though my nose was semi-stuffy, I could still smell him. His alluring sensuality was magnetic. As I was clearing my nose, I glanced over at Dean to see if I was bugging him. He was still focused on his assignment; he had been on the same page for a while. I would have asked him if he needed help, but since I didn’t get help with the pop-tart or the book bag he flung out of my hand, then he wasn’t getting help from me with his assignment. His paper didn’t have any of the questions filled out. I couldn’t have been distracting him with my noise that much, could I?
    I finally sat back down and tried to hold still. Ben walked into the room, someone I never really spoke to outside of class. He was well-known in the school, but I wouldn’t