"Damn it," I mumbled, not quite under my breath.

I looked back over at them and saw that they were still doing whatever they were doing since the beginning of the philosophy class.

My frustration bubbled up and before I could think better of it, I slammed my fist onto the table. I instantly regretted doing that as pain shot up my arm.

"Ouch," I winced.

All eyes turned to me. I was sure those two who caused this were staring at me too.

"What's gotten into you?" The philosophy teacher asked, his voice stern.

He hated any disruption in his classroom.

I shut my eyes for a second, taking...