Space, The Final F&%£ Up

[Lister D. Reynolds]

Fingers drummed against a desk, covered by the soft murmur of the classroom. With no teacher everyone was chatting but this being a slightly older class there was no major assholes messing around, apart from badly aimed paper footballs. A few people sat at his desk but he never paid attention to who they were. Just sat there and drummed his fingers, reading the book or comic which was laid open on his desk. It probably annoyed a few people but no one ever brought it up. 

The door opened and with it the class silenced. The drumming stopped. LDR looked up from the adventures of Static and listened as the teacher explained the plan for the lesson. They would all get in pairs and that's where LDR blanked from whatever they were talking about. He kind of stared off into the distance until she said his name "...and LDR. Frank and..." Without catching the name of his partner he looked around, trying to figure out who the hell his partner was.

[Paul Wilkerson]

As long as the teacher wasn't in the classroom, Paul was going to do his homework. Yes, Paul was one of those students who wait to the absolute last minute to do his work. And to top things off science was Paul's worst subject. He was just bull shitting his work.

When the teacher came in, Paul quickly put away his work. He didn't want to make it totally obvious to the teacher. He made himself look like he was paying attention. Paul didn't hear the assignment but he started paying attention when the teacher started rattling off partners.

He waited for a moment for his partner come to him. Nope. It looked like Paul was going move. Paul sat down as the rearranging of the classroom settled down. "Hey," Paul turned around to face LDR.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

After a moment of fruitless searching LDR looked back down in the hope that his partner would come to him. And for one the universe was kind enough to compel that partner to sit down next to him. LDR feigned a smile whilst turning to look at his partner. He considered for a moment whether it would be easier to nod or speak but concluded some form of verbal communication would be a needed evil "H-H-Hey..." It was not because his partner seemed particularly scary in any regard but LDR wasn't sure how to continue the conversation.

He tapped the desk for a second before leaning a bit closer to his partner, lowering his voice "Were y-y-you p-paying attention to wh-what she w-was saying?"

[Paul Wilkerson]

Well, things were off to a great start. Paul smiled in embarrassment. He shook his head 'no.' The day when Paul paid attention in science class would mean something was wrong with him. He probably would be delirious with a fever. Taking a quick look around the classroom told Paul everyone else was already working on the assignment. "So, Paul turned his attention back to LDR, "what should we do?"

There was the obvious answers. Ask a peer what they should be doing. The teacher was a little out of the question. She wasn't going to be please. They could try and figure it out on their own. Or totally bull shit it and hope the teacher doesn't call on them.

An idea popped into Paul's head. "Hey, maybe we're suppose to go over the homework." He too lowered his voice. He looked around the room again. It did make sense. A worksheet was never passed out.

[Lister D. Reynolds]

LDR shrugged. Their options were severely limited. He continued tapping against the desk, pausing when Paul began to talk again. The way in which he said made LDR inclined to not believe that particular train of thought. But it would probably be useful to have someone in his class he could cheat off of in the future so LDR flicked his jotter to the most recent homework.

Eyes flickered up to see what the teacher was doing, but she seemed somewhat enthralled by her computer and appeared to be avidly typing (probably writing some terrible fan-fiction or posting on one of those RP sites...). LDR slid the jotter in front of Paul like a drug dealer might slide drugs across a table but in this case it was homework. Whilst he waiting for Paul to copy whatever he wanted, LDR glanced around the various other partners. The majority of them were still sat at their desks chatting but a few were writing rapidly inside notebooks "I-I-I-I th-th-think wer-we're actually me-meant to be doing so-something..."

[Paul Wilkerson]

"What do you want to do?" Paul didn't care. He was totally cool with goofing off. Just don't get caught by the teacher. He hated science class. His grade already sucked. The only time when his grade would go up was when Paul had "detention". What it was the teacher wanting Paul to come after school to do his work. If Paul just put on his big boy panties and did his work he wouldn't of been clueless at this moment in time. But that wasn't how Paul rolled.

Unfortunately, Paul's partner may have different thoughts of the matter. It seemed like it bothered LDR. Not knowing the task at hand. "Ask for help if you want." To Paul asking for help meant admitting defeat. If it made LDR feel better he could ask. Paul wasn't going to be the one. Even though in a way Paul would admit defeat if his partner asked.

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((OOC: Paul is being suck a jerk. Sorry about that.))

[Lister D. Reynolds]

LDR tapped the desk for a few moments, scanning the various other pairs around them. If he asked someone they'd know what they were meant to be doing. But that required talking and if the teacher overheard his stuttering they might get in trouble. However if he just didn't ask he'd definitely get into trouble. He looked as his partner. From what he recalled the guy did nothing in class. Out of all of them he might be getting the worse grade possible. So he probably wasn't about to ask another group for help if it meant he had to work.

LDR stopped tapping and stared at the table. The moral dilemma that lay in front of him wasn't that of the trolley problem, although if he got in trouble his life as he knew would be destroyed by his father. "I d-d-don't kn-know..."