"So, we meet again." I grinned. After dealing with that exhausting girl, (What was her name again? Hannah, or something?) I needed some entertainment. God, she was so annoying. She talked for freaking ever, and I didn't even understand half the things that she rattled on and on about-

Whatever. I had better things to do, anyways. I smirked as I glanced at the boy sitting to my left. He stiffened a little, obviously annoyed with me staring at him. "Did you find the library?" I whispered. He simply crossed his arms on the table and buried his face in sleeves of his sweater. So, I tried again. It beat paying attention to the teacher, anyway. "I don't know if you remember, but I was the guy who gave you directions to uh-"

"To the library, yeah, I know. Heard you the first time," He replied, pushing his glasses up the thin bridge of his nose. The simple reply made me grin from ear to ear. He sounded pissed. Very pissed. Mission accomplished, I thought to myself. I would have normally stopped there, but then I would've been bored for the rest of the lesson. I poked his arm, making him sigh through his nose. 

"What now?" I grinned at the way his annoyed words sounded wrapped in that British accent of his. "So, was I helpful?" He sighed again. "Listen, I know you think it's funny or shit to tell me to head in the opposite direction of the library, but I don't. So fuck you, man. " With that, he popped in his earphones, not caring if the professor saw or not. We were sitting near the back, and his fluffy blonde hair hid them, so it didn't matter. "Wait, I gave you the wrong directions? Really? Sorry dude, I slept at like three in the morning," I lied, acting as if I was just realizing this. He continued listening to his music, totally indifferent. I hadn't expected him to react like this. I knew there was a small chance that he would, of course, but it was pretty unexpected. Interesting. We remained silent for the next twenty minutes or so. "Hey, like I said, I'm sorry. I didn't know," I wore a hurt look on my face. 

He sighed through his nose, clearly thinking I wasn't worth being angry at. "Forget about it. It's whatever," he replied with a small smile. Right on cue, the professor ended the lesson. It hadn't been anything special, just a briefing on the topics we would be covering this semester. As the boy stood up to leave, I said, "I'm James," I extended my arm for a handshake, which he ignored.  "Cool," he replied, placing his laptop in his bag. "I, uh, didn't catch your name?" I asked, grabbing his shoulder. He stared blankly at me for a full second before shrugging my hand off with a surprising amount of force for a guy his height. "I'm heading to the library. Bye," he replied, wearing his coat and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "I could give you directions. The right ones, this time," I chuckled. "I'll take my chances, thanks," he muttered before walking away. "He's fun, I guess," I thought to myself as I left the room, "but I don't think I'll bother with him anymore,"

It's almost pitiful how wrong I was.