"So...wait! Do you think I'm cute 'cause I'm your friend and you have to or because, like ..." Bobby began to question, when suddenly he was interrupted by the noise of throat clearing. The noise of the room quickly calmed down and Bobby realized his luck, as always, sucked. Class was starting and he had just begun to have what could very well be a crucial converation. Bobby looked to Tabitha with a slight panic, unwilling to let this matter wait an hour until class was over.
Bobby leaned down and reached into his backpack, brandishing his notepad and pen which he honestly should have gotten out minutes ago if he was a student who actually came to class prepared. He quickly scribbled a message and then folded it up, tossing it over to Tabitha's lap when the teacher wasn't looking.