Minutes: 5:00
Tap, Tap, Tap.
T-t-t-tap.
T-tttap.
Tap, Tap, Tap.
Minutes: 4:30
"Kyle! Knock it off," Snapped the larger boy in the seat in front of him.
Kyle raised his pencil in his fingers, prepared for the ultimate tapping experience ever.
Whack!
Minutes: 4:15
Rubbing the back of his neck, Kyle sunk down in his seat. Was everyone giving him the stink eye or was it just him. He blushed.
Minutes: 4:00
With the eyes off of them, Kyle turned his own to the clock. He groaned. The day was never going to end.
A quick glance to his right, all were working on their exams, and to his left, more exams. Down on his desk a neatly finished test ready to be handed in and scored.
Kyle turned his own eyes on the clock again.
Minutes: 3:50
Groan!
But was he really counting down the seconds. Of course he was. Maybe he had the ability to control time. Come on clock move!
Minutes: 3:43
Ah ha! Done. A whole seven seconds passed in what should have really been two at the most.
"Kyle!" The teacher called from the front. "Do you need to use the restroom honey?"
"No, Miss. Teets," Kyle muttered in reply. The only condolence to his blushing was that Kenny was giggling once again at the use of their teacher's name. It was midway threw freshman year and Kenny was as immature and perverted as ever.
Minutes: 3:15
Kyle pulled a sheet of paper from his binder. Hopefully the bubbling of the names 'Stan & Kyle,' 'Kyle and Stan' and 'SM + KB SBF' all over the page would help pass the time. After all it was the raven-haired boy's fault that Kyle was miserably waiting for the bell to ring.
If Stan was there at least Kyle would have something to look at for the rest of class. What was so good about taking Earth Space Science anyway, Biology was a perfectly good subject and it didn't separate him from his friends for two periods of the day.
Minutes: 2:20
Without any warning whatsoever, a hand reached out and grabbed Kyle's stick figured doodle of a very heated make out session. "Kenny!" Kyle hissed under his breath.
"Shh dude, aww is that Stan wearing your hat. That's cute Kye." Kenny muffled softly into Kyle's ear. Kyle tried to glare but he didn't want to get either of them into trouble.
"What's the answer to number thirty-seven," Kenny whispered.
Turning over his test he scanned down to number thirty-seven, he narrowed his eyes. "The sex organs of the plant," he closed his eyes as he felt more than heard Kenny giggle.
Why was Kenny so close anyway.
Minutes: 1:05
One minute. One minute, one minute, one minute, ONE MINUTE! Oh-oh-oh One minute!
Minute: 1:00
Kyle shifted uncomfortably in his chair. There was only one minute, as he just sang loudly in his head. Then he could rush off to spend the rest of the afternoon with Stan.
Kyle mouth split widely with a grin. He couldn't sit still long enough. He had to. He must. Kyle gripped the edge of his desk.
Minute: 0:45
Twitch. Twitch. Oh god my eye is going to fall right out! Stop it. Stop!
Smack!
Kyle laid his head on his desk, "God I'm turning into Tweak." He whispered to the wood grain.
Minute: 0:15
Looking to the left, then again to the right, Kyle leaned down to lick the desk. Smacking his lips together he made a face, it tasted like tree sap. "This is so lame."
Kyle lifted his head to look at the clock.
Minute: 0:00
Ding, Ding, Ding!
Exam on the desk, backpack over his shoulder Kyle rushed out of the door.