Julius' eyes flicked to the side as he saw movement. There, taking a seat next to him was the blue-haired youth from the hall. An amused smile formed as Julius turned to face the boy.
Well, that was fast. I wasn't expecting a...friend so soon in the school year. The boy spoke, and Julius flicked his wrist nonchalantly.
"Comment away dear. Flattery will get you everywhere with me." The blonde tardy boy started handing out the planners and Julius gave him a nod.
"Thanks dear." Returning his attention back to the blue-haired boy, Julius rested his elbow on his desk. He placed his cheek on his limp hand and smiled.
"Julius by the way. Julius Johnson. A pleasure dear." Julius quietly awaited the boy's name and was about to speak again when a very wet figure barged into the room. Julius' focus was turned fully to the boy in the doorway and a slight pout came with it.
Oh my. He certainly stole the spotlight. How saddening. And I was on a roll too.
Mr. Humfrey didn't seem pleased with this entrance, and demanded the drenched Ryan do push-ups to make up for his blunder. As Ryan walked towards the front of the room, Mr. Humfrey told the class what they were to do, or at least pretend to do. Doing as he was told, Julius opened up the planner to a random page. However, instead of reading it, he pretended to read it as he instead focused his attention on the wet boy who was doomed to a physical punishment.
One of the boys from the back with oddly placed headphones stepped forward, offering dry clothes to the soggy man. He even offered underwear. While still paying attention to the front, Julius' mind pondered on why a boy would need to carry around an extra pair of underwear...and bandages. This thought led to blood...which connecting that to underwear led to... Julius shook his head violently to stop himself from continuing that train of thought.
Sheesh...that was awkward. And almost gross. Curse you middle school sex ed. Returning his mind to the scene before him, Julius, being in the front row, was able to hear Ryan's mumbling, or at least the part about collarbone problems.
That doesn't sound like a condition that blends well with push-ups.
Julius wished to take pity on the soaked lad, but knew that Mr. Humfrey wasn't going to let him off easy. There was only one thing Julius could think of to get Rainy Ryan out of a physical penalty...but it would mean putting him into a possibly far worse situation. However, better mentally scarred than dead, so Julius decided on his course of action. He intertwined his fingers together and placed his chin atop them while his elbows, like usual, were resting on his desk.
"Mr. Humfrey. I think you should make an example of our Dewy Dear here. I say send him to the headmaster's office. That will teach him a lesson he'll never forget...or so I hear." With apologetic eyes, yet a devilish grin upon his face, Julius looked to the damp young man standing at the front, trying to judge whether the boy would forgive Julius, or hate him for all eternity.