"Nate, see me after class!"

"Alright Nate, that's enough, you'll need to see me after class." Said Samantha trying to sound as authoritative as possible.

The rest of the lesson went smoothly until the bell rang which seemed to set off an animalistic drive in the boys to bolt out the door as quickly as possible. Even if Samantha could stop them, she decided on self preservation and greeted them out the door. Nate also tried something similar until you exclaimed that you can see what he's doing.

"Nuh uh, you're staying right here Nate! We need to have a chat." Said Samantha again trying to sound authoritative.

Nate usually sat in the back, but this time decided to sit at the front. As he sat, Samantha noticed a confident aloofness about him. Much like any "Jock" or "Chad" would have in classic high school cliques.

"Alright Miss, but only for you." Said Nate with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'm not joking here Nate. You're meant to be here to learn. You can do what you'd like in your own time but in here, at least try to concentrate and apply yourself." Samantha said as she sounded more and more concerned.

"Look, I appreciate the concern Miss, but you don't know me and I don't know you. Maybe that's what's not helping my concentration." Nate said, shocking Samantha.

"Wha...uh. What? What does that have to do with anything? The rest of the boys are fine with that." Samantha said.

"I mean, they act like it don't they? But nah no one is really paying attention. Trust me Miss, take my advice you could definitely do better with getting us to pay attention. Getting to know us better. Stuff like that." Nate said with a smirk.

Samantha pondered what he said genuinely. As Nate grinned, knowing the effect of his words on her, she thought about what he said. Was he telling the truth? Maybe she should look at how she runs the class?