class clown..

"Hey! Psst!" Walker whisper-shouted to you, waving his hands around and turning around in his seat to face you. "What's the answer for number 12?" He asked. You rolled your eyes, the teacher literally left for two minutes and he's already cracking jokes and.. actually acting as if he was on crack to be honest with you.

"No, the teacher just left dumbass!" You replied, shaking your head. Walker whined, giving you puppy eyes before having some sort of spidey-sense to teachers and spun back around to his original position as soon as the classroom door clicked open. Your teacher walked in, holding a clipboard close to her chest.

Everyone slightly snickered at your guy's small, playfully banter. Surprisingly, your class were all a tight-knit group of friends, been with all of them since junior infants to now, so you're all big friends really. Some closer than others, you get my point.