Nothing, wait.

Nate, to buy himself some more time, returned to the worksheet, actually paying attention in class for once. It allowed him something to focus on to keep from dosing off again. He watched the documentary intently.

He was fighting the drowsiness now, resorting to writing miscellaneous notes on the margins of the worksheet. Erotic ideas, random thoughts about pop culture, anything to stay awake. He occasionally fondled himself, but could't seem to find anything to arouse him enough to take action.

While he was wasting time he didn't notice the teacher waving to catch his attention. It was funny. She could only see his outline, but it almost looked ass though he wasn't wearing a shirt. She stood up and walked over to him. He felt a presence nearby and turned his head to see her standing behind him. She could see him more clearly now. Before she could say anything, he made her ignore what she saw, so as to not alert the rest of the room. He didn't want that just yet. Her face relaxed, and she told him what she needed to tell him.