"Sure. Shouldn't we get going now?" He stated blankly. I nodded and we finally left the bathroom. When I walked in I received one of my Spanish teachers famous "you're late" stare, which I returned with my "no kidding" stare.
"Christian, you're late again." She said.
"Geez, what's a student going to do to another student? Report you to the teacher?"
"That IS the teacher D.P…."
"Oh….Pffft-HA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! She's so TINY!"
"Oh shut up…" I blocked Dark Pits laughter from my thoughts and began to speak with my teacher. "I know Mrs. Rigney-"
"RIGNEY? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"But I have a good reason. This here is Blake, my cousin." "Blake" stopped laughing mentally quick enough to respond.
"Hey."
"And where's your schedule?" Mrs. Rigney walked up to him and held out her hand. D.P handed her the sheet of paper that held his classes. "You're not in this class; you're supposed to be in French, next door."
"I-I know, but seeing as he's new here, the administrators are letting him shadow me until he feels comfortable with the layout of the school." I quickly added.
"Hmmm…Well, I suppose it'll do for now. Take a seat Blake, there's an empty one in front of James." She gestured to the seat in front of a boy with a blue jacket on. We both walked to the back of the class and took our seats.
"Dude, I didn't know you had a cousin so pale!"
"What was that?" D.P. stood up in apparent anger. "Oh great… D.P. cool down, he's just being stupid."
