By the time Devon returned, classes had started moments later, and in the process, the interesting thing about all this was that Dash could learn and experience what he had once desired, but now that feeling had been suppressed by boredom.
He supposed all his energy had been invested in the first five years before returning to life with something new in excitement. Looking around, Dash observed each of the boys, and everything seemed extremely normal.
"Are we going to train today? We can grab something to eat at your place if we swing by for food after school," Dash murmured these words so that only Devon could hear him.
Devon, who was focused on writing, turned her head toward Dash, who was sitting right beside her, and murmured after returning her gaze to the front, "Don't you want to go home with your brothers?"
"They have Mom; they don't need a brother who only thinks about Kung Fu..." Dash sighed softly, and this caused the pages of Devon's book to lift slightly.
Devon frowned but didn't say anything. She didn't want to do something that would draw attention from the whole class, so she stayed silent for a few minutes. However, after losing all concentration due to a bored Dash, she reached under the long table and hit him in the ribs.
"Ah!" Dash shouted, alarming the entire class.
Devon, next to him, jumped in surprise and looked at Dash, who had let out a sudden cry.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Hale?" The teacher was well aware of this student who had represented schools he had been in, winning tournaments abroad, something any school would be grateful for. Still, he had no privileges other than being watched in case he caused any kind of trouble.
"A mosquito bit me; I have a phobia. Sorry, teacher." Dash apologized sincerely and refocused his attention on the class.
Devon next to him was red with fright. For a moment, she thought Dash would tell the teacher that she had hit him, and she was really scared because of the embarrassment that would follow.
"Dash, I'll kill you!"
"Thanks, dear Devon..." Dash murmured under his breath.
"Did a mosquito bite you too, Miss Lee?"
Devon raised her eyebrows and said, shaking her head, "No, teacher..."
"All right, everyone, focus!"
The teacher shook her head and turned her attention back to the class. She had been teaching for dozens of years, and she knew this was just some foolish game between lovers. Just for today, she would let it pass, but if it happened again, she would have no choice but to reprimand the love-struck students.
By the time the class ended, everyone picked up their things and began to leave the classroom because they had to go to the next one.
"Is the next class history?" Dash packed everything into his briefcase and left the classroom while following Devon on the way.
"I just finished dividing the topics and assigning the arguments that each one must choose. You'll have the topic of human evolution in the debate while the boy we have on the team should be given the one on historical impact..."
Devon acted normally and said, "By the way, no more strong emotions."
Dash smiled and nodded, "Of course, this morning has been a tower of both positive and negative emotions."
They had a peculiar way of handling their relationship. Perhaps now, they didn't repay each other's pranks, but surely at some special moment, they would. Devon never forgot anything, so Dash had to be prepared for any peculiar prank from his aggressive friend.
"Excuse me..." While Dash and Devon were heading straight to the next classroom for their classes, they heard a weak voice behind them.
Dash turned around and saw a slim-looking boy, so he said, "Are you talking to us?"
Bert smiled uncomfortably and said, "We're on the debate team together. I wanted to know how you want to divide the arguments before the debate."
"Ah, Bert, a pleasure, friend." Dash smiled and extended his hand in a friendly manner. Then he said, "We were just talking about you, so it's good that you approached us first. I took care of dividing the arguments for each one; I'll hand you the theoretical part, so get ready for the practical."
"Oh, then I'll do it the way you choose." Bert sighed in relief that Dash wasn't like the other bullies. He had seen him confront the most feared guys in school, so he thought for a moment that it would be difficult to get along with him.
Devon next to him elbowed Dash because he took all the credit when she had been doing the research, and she said, "It's your turn for this, although our debate might not be today, you should be prepared."
"Oh, I thought we should meet after class to discuss it more in-depth if today is not our debate..." Bert spoke unconsciously as if Dash and Devon were his friends, so he quickly changed his words and said, "Of course, if you agree."
Dash sighed dejectedly and said, "Sorry, but we have yoga in the afternoon, so..."
But Dash, who was about to refuse, was immediately silenced by Devon's hand, and she said, "Although afternoons are reserved for other things, we could consider it."
Bert, in more relief, smiled at the peculiar relationship between Dash and Devon, so he said, "Then we'll talk during the club hour. See you later."
"At least he's not a boring idiot..." Devon muttered with a bit of relief.
"You realize he came without any preparation for a debate that could be today, right?" Dash, who had removed Devon's hand, explained this detail that he had observed.
"That doesn't matter; let's go to the next class."