Why not?

As Kelly was about to speak, you raise your hand, getting Mr. Peterson's attention.

"Sir, that's mine."

Normally, at least you'd think, a teacher wouldn't fall for that so easily. For his distaste for you got the better of the situation. He laughs a bit, presumingly happy that perhaps you're in trouble.

"Well well, Mr. Doe. Not only do you have a tendency on missing every single class and handing in essays late, but sending messages back and forth my class? Let's see here."

He unscrambles the piece of paper. Most of the words there must be decipherable at the moment, so with the bottle cap sized glasses of his, you'd be surprised if he read anything on Tanya's paper.

"What dress do you plan on wearing...Something white and short..."

He then looks at you.

"Flirting with Tanya here aren't you? How doesn't this surprise me." he said, smirking before going back.

"I don't know what guy is going to ask me yet...me neither..."

He then looks puzzled as his eyes go back to you. Some chuckles are heard throughout the class before his hand goes up, silencing the students.

"Mister Doe, go to the administration office. I won't have chatter in my class."

As you're walking out of the class, you hear Tyson yell out

"Have fun finding a guy to ask you out John!" before laughing going all over the class.

"Go to hell." you mutter under your breath, heading to the principal's office.

Well, that was freaking useless. There's no way you're going to the administration office just to get yelled at for twenty minutes. You could skip the rest of the day, or just wait around until school's done. Part of you thinks of going back to the locker room and search through people's things, but it really isn't worth the trouble at this point. Besides, you threw away that piece of aluminum after you used it earlier.