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Donald wasn’t listening, he never really was but this time it was different. He wasn’t zoning out, starring outside the window or fiddling with his pen. Instead his interest hyper fixated on a green parrot? At least he presumes he’s a parrot. Hard to tell from this angle.
His eyes were locked on him. He wore a baggy yellow top with the letter Z circled in the centre. And blue baggy jeans dropped along his legs.
He couldn’t quite discover the reason of why he caught so much of his attention.
The bell rang.
“Already?” Donald uttered to himself as he ventured under the desk to retrieve his bag. However, it had seemed by the time he returned from under the table, the boy had teleported in front of him (at least it seemed that way), and offered his hand to shake. Donald jumped at his sudden appearance.
“Olá.” An smirk that could only be described as cocky was plastered along his face, “Name Jose but my fans call me Ze.” He winked and sat on the table. A foren accent presented itself as he spoke, witch one - Donald couldn’t tell.
‘Fans? Was that a joke? Was he being arrogant? Sarcastic? Confident?’ Donald desperately tried to mentally decipher the statement.
“…okay…”
‘Okay? Okay?! Come on you can say something better! You sound like a rude ass!’
“há algum problema? Oh. Uh, is something the matter?”
“…why did you come to me?”
‘Wow that doesn’t make you sound insecure. Or rude. Depending on what context he interoperates it in your either an insecure lame-ass or a bratty rude-ass’
‘You already said that idiot!’
“Jose”- or “Ze” -blinked blankly a few times.
“You were starring, no?”
‘OMG HE SAW! HE SAW! YOU SOUND LIKE A TOTAL CREEP!’
“What?! No! Why would you even think that?! I-i-i probably just zoned out! Yeah that’s it. I wasn’t processing me actually starring at you, it was m-more like I-I-I-“
A green feathered hand placed itself in his shoulder, bringing silence to his rambling.
“I understand my looks can be distracting.”
‘AHHHHHHH’ Donald mentally screamed. He couldn’t tell if his face had gained any red pigment when Jose confronted him but now; IT DEFINITELY HAD!
I’m one swift movement Donald lifted his bag and sped out the door.
Now left alone (the other pupils already left for lunch when the bell rang) he chuckled to himself.
“What a funny fellow.”