He and you were in detention, separated from the rest of the class for fighting. The teacher who was with you excused himself to go to the bathroom; you're sure he was so bored of dealing with a bunch of troublemakers that he decided to escape.

He groaned, loud enough for you to hear; he liked to annoy you. “This is so boring, I swear I'm going to die.” He looked away, hoping to get your attention.

Troublemaker was his middle name.