Jade West was not one to fidget. Yet here she was, tapping her fingers and staring at the clock on the wall, watching the second hand move inexorably towards its destination…only to mock her as it reached its apex and began the journey around again. Class would be ending soon, and although she usually found Media Studies dreadfully boring, she found herself looking forward to the weekend assignment. I guess Mr. Whatshisname can live, she thought. Another go-around of the hands of time came and went, offering her no reprieve. She let out a barely-audible sigh... unfortunately, it happened to be just loud enough to draw the attention of her ex-boyfriend Beck, seated next to her.
"You know, Jade…" he said in a wizened tone, "…if you stare at the clock long enough, it actually starts to go backwards." Jade turned her head to the side, looking him in the eyes. She narrowed her own at him. I might yet strangle you. You're the reason I took this class anyway.
"Wow, Beck. You should write that down and shove it in a fortune cookie." Her tone was a combination of deadpan and sarcasm, one she used often and to great effect.
"I'm just saying, you've been staring at the clock and tapping your fingers for almost the entire class. Your desk is looking a little bruised. Is everything okay?"
"Nothing, no. Yeah…whatever" was the only reply she offered. They had been pretty stand-offish after the breakup, and his recent kiss attempt on Tori Vega hadn't helped. He just shrugged his shoulders and went back to packing his bag with his class supplies. After what seemed an eternity, the bell finally rang signaling the end of morning classes and the beginning of lunch period. Jade quickly shoved her notes into her bag, along with the camera that was part of her weekend assignment, and headed out the door.