The irritating smoke caused Viktor's nose to twitch as Damon walked by, but he shrugged it off. He hoped that if he ignored his stomach long enough it would quiet down, at least until class was over. He grab something at his locker, but looking up at the clock he wasn't sure he would have enough time to get there and back. The tapping of his index finger switched to dragging as slowly a small divot started to form from his finger nail scraping away the wood. He sighed roughly and let his head fall to his desk with a loud yet dull thud. Why did school suck so bad?