Iruka looked across the lecture hall to the exit. He legs were itching; he wanted to get out of there. He needed to get out of there. He could feel his stares burning holes in the back of his neck. "That bastard's probably enjoying watching me squirm under his gaze." His eyes flickered to the clock on the wall, then back to the professor in the front of the room. The professor was rambling on about nothing.
Take a deep breath Iruka. Five minutes, five minutes and you're out of here and away from him. The professor's gaze fell on Iruka and gave him an irritated look. Iruka quickly wrote a bunch of shit down in his notebook as if he had made a profound discovery. By the time he looked back up, the professor had moved on and was screaming at Genma for sleeping.
The bell signaled that the lecture was over. Iruka gave a sigh of relief and grabbed all his shit, stuffed it in his bag, and rushed out the door.
Heading towards the parking lot, Iruka brushed away the loose strands of hair blocking his sight. He brought his hand to his lips and ran a finger over his bottom lip; he was nervous. He spotted his car. "Shit." He cursed under his breath.
There leaning against his car was the lazy-ass son of a bitch. Iruka let his hand drop to his side and bit his bottom lip as he walked up to his car.