"Sorry I'm late," he muttured.
The teacher looked at him reproachfully, but carried on the lesson as though there was no interruption.
He sat down next to me, pulling his jacket off and sorting his hair. His normally acid blonde hair was dirty and ruffled. His clothes were crumpled, and dirty too.
"Dallas, where have you been?" I wispered. "How come your so, well, dirty?" I asked, trying not to offend him.
"I stayed out last night," He wispered back, and then added, with a little grin, "Overslept."
"So, uh," I began, "Where did you sleep?"
He glanced at me, and then looked away again.
"The park," he replied quietly, "But it's okay, my friend said I can crash on his sofa for a while."
"Why can't you go home?" I asked, confused.
"I don't want to," he said, then added, "Why can't you?"
"I dont want to," I said quietly.
"Well then don't jusdge me," He said, without taking his eyes off the front of the class.
"I wasn't-" I began.
"I was joking," he said, smiling as he turned to look at me.
We were silent for a while. I was reading through the poetry we'd been given. They were good poems. They were confusing, like a maze of words and meanings, but beautiful and heartbreaking. As I was deciphering the meaning of the poems i heard a little noise next to me. It was a tiny, buzzing type noise. I looked at Dallas. He was looking at the sheet to, nodding his head a little. I could tell he was pretending to read, but his eyes weren't moving. Then i noticed a thin white wire running up his neck. I smiled, and pulled the little earphone out of his ear.
"Hey!" he wispered, "What was that for?"
"We're supposed to be reading the poems," I said.
"Yeah well, I don't understand them," he replied, putting the earphone back into his ear. I pulled it out again. He sighed, exasperated.
"What are you listening to?" I asked.
"Frank Turner," he replied, "Love and Ire Song."
"Good choice," I said with a smile.
"What's this got to do with poetry?" He asked.
"I'm glad you asked. Listen. poetry's a big part of our total grade, so your going to need to understand it if you want to pass," I said, "If you come over to mine later, I'll help you with it."
He frowned at me.
"Fine," he said, "It's not like I have anything else to do."