You've been sitting for like five minutes, staring at the physics assignment sheet and trying to figure out what you're doing here at all. Scaramouche was also sitting next to you, bored and annoyed, tapping a pencil on the desk, and then throwing it aside

"Come on, come up with something, or I'll tear up this sheet and..."

He's still grumbling, complaining about the teachers, the test, and everything else. Because of the thoughtfulness of the teacher, the phones were taken away from you both

"The old bitch is coming up with something she probably didn't solve herself"