The freak with the wierd accent.

I shrunk down in my seat, pointing at Noah -who would stay as Noah-. "Noah Puckerman!" The teacher yelled. I just sat in my seat, laughing my butt off.

I was laughing as Noah got the blame. He looked at Becca then me and then muttered "sorry" to the teacher before going back to his conversation with Becca.

"Rebecca Garcia!" The teacher shouted, because I was laughing, probably. I tried to keep a straight face, to no avail. I failed. Miserably. The face Noah was pulling was priceless! I burst out laughing again.

When the teacher shouted Becca's name. I slid down in my seat holding my breath to keep from laughing.

I controlled my laughing enough to hear her say; "First, you turn up to my lesson late, your clothes tie-dyed blue, then you disrupt my class with Mr Puckerman."
I looked at my hands and rolled my eyes. Noah snickered and I burst out laughing again.
"Get out!" The teacher shouted at both me and Noah. I looked up innocently and slowly rose to my feet, heading for the door. I poked my tongue out at Ella as I passed. Noah was right behind me.

I rolled my eyes at her and began to giggle again. The teacher looked at me for a second.

I pulled myself up onto one of the windowsills outside the classroom, Noah leaned against it next to me. I played with my sticky hair. "It's all your fault, Noah." I complained.
"I think you'll find, Rebecca, that we were both talking." He chuckled.
"Yes, but you kept talking!"
"So did you.."
I sighed.

"What actually did happen to you, anyway?" I asked Becca, meaning the tie-dyed clothes and the slight shivering.