He puffed out his chest in pride. He took more care in his english essays than anyone else probably did in his class. "Thank you." Ziggy looked over his paper, happy that there were very few marks on it. "I do my best. If my music career doesn't work out I want to be a journalist." Ziggy flushed slightly and turned back to David. "That paper really that bad?"

David rolled his eyes and huffed as he looked back towards the paper he had discarded. "They spelled orange wrong." He said simply, staring at the paper as he spoke, but redirecting his gaze back to Ziggy once he had finished. "And do not think that frequent usage of the word dude is acceptable for a term paper. Or any paper for that matter."

Ziggy's eyes widened. He would bet money that the paper belonged to the school's quarterback. "Good god it's really that bad?" He look on David's face showing that he was telling the truth. "Yikes. How have you not given up yet? This school is full of wankers."

David laughed a deep bellied laugh that nearly echoed through the room, a wide smile on his face. "Because, one does not simply give up on tenure." He continued chuckling and took his feet down from their position on the desk, sliding his chair out and standing up. He spoke again once he stood in front of Ziggy, still chuckling slightly. "The bell is going to ring any minute. Why don't you get your things in order so people don't ask you questions."

Ziggy chuckled along with him, a bright smile on his face. He guessed David was right about the tenure thing, and he hopped down from his position on David's desk. "You really think I give a fuck what they think?" HIs mind had wandered, not caring that he had just swore in front of his teacher. "I mean look at me. I've got eyeliner on for pete's sake." He moved over to his desk and sat down.

David slightly moved into teacher mode, yet kept his the smile on his face. "Hey." he said, pointing a finger at Ziggy. "Don't fucking swear in my class." He smirked and moved to the board on the wall behind him, picking up one of the felted markers and beginning to write the days lesson out on the board. "Besides, the liner happens to suit you." Had he been fully aware of what was going on, David would have been appalled at his own behavior. Being this friendly with a student was a big no no for him, not because he had anything against it, but because prior experiences only lead to some sort of disrespect.

Ziggy chuckled at David's remark. He had not expected that at all. "Fine, fine, I'll wait till I'm out in the hallway then." He watched David beginning to write, doing his best to not remark on his handwriting, the man could have been a doctor with how shoddy his handwriting was. However when David said that the eyeliner suited him Ziggy let out a tiny squeak and his face turned bright red.

Still not able to put a finger on why Ziggy had been acting so strangely, David decided to try a different approach, seeing as how the boy was now in such a good mood. He turned slightly, looking over his shoulder at Ziggy and smiling. "So," he began, turning his attention back to the board briefly to finish up his writing, then carefully placing the marker in it's proper place. "You enjoy my class then?"

Ziggy watched as David looked over his shoulder, and he felt his heart flutter slightly at the smile on David's lips. He chewed on his lip and tried to will the flush out of his cheeks before he answered. "It's my favorite, besides music that is." Ziggy's leg started bouncing and he looked up at him. "History and Math and Science are bollocks, and I don't think I've been to Gym since the school year started."

David tilted his head down when Ziggy mentioned not going to gym. "Ziggy, you really shouldn't be skipping classes." he said, wondering what was so bad about gym that Ziggy felt the need to ignore it. He turned around now, leaning up against the boards and crossing his arms in front of him. "What is you like about my class? It's not as if I'm a very exciting teacher."

Ziggy sighed. He knew that David was going to say something like that. "I hate gym. It's all running and jocks being assholes and I'm not allowed to wear my jacket..." He chewed on his lip before he answered David's question. "You may not think that you're an exciting teacher, but it's clear that you love what you're doing, and you get really animated when you're lecturing."

David cocked one of his eyebrows and smiled a bit, honestly very surprised to hear a student say such things about him. He wasn't aware than any of them even payed attention, let alone noticed his passion for the subject. "I hadn't realized." he said, happy to be getting some straight forward answers from Ziggy.

Ziggy chuckled. "I don't know how you didn't realize." He said softly. "I may doddle in my notebook when you're lecturing, but that's because I have to keep my hands busy. It's keeps my anxiety down." Ziggy flushed lightly. "Anyway, I do pay attention to your lectures, and I think they're fascinating."

David nodded and smirked at the boy, his arms coming lose against his chest as he moved to place them in his pockets. He was glad to hear that at least one student found his lectures fascinating, for he had caught to many of them yawning while he spoke. Then, something clicked in his mind. "Anxiety?" he asked, not sure what there was to be anxious about in an English class.

Ziggy froze. Shite, he had said that out loud didn't he? "I...Well I uhm." He flushed again. "It's nothing really. Promise." His leg was bouncing wildly now. He wasn't quite sure how to recover from that one. "Just general anxiety, yeah just uhm, general run of the mill anxiety."