David cocked his head to the side and his face shifted into a look of curiosity. Anxiety over what? Was someone bothering him? At least now he knew that it had something to do with the class, or someone in it. "Come on now, Ziggy. We were talking just fine. No need to freeze up like that." He simply waited for a response, hoping he would get a little more than a 'nothing' response this time around.

Ziggy chewed on his lip. "No trust me, I have quite a few reasons to freeze up like that." Ziggy chewed on his lip and his leg continued bouncing. "I have anxiety all the time. Loud noises scare me and a few of the kids in this school are absolutely awful, but that's not why I....why I." He swallowed and looked down to his desk. "I have anxiety in your class because I.....I like you. Alright?"

David listened closely as Ziggy spoke, nodding politely but waiting for him to speak the reasoning behind his feelings of anxiety in his class. When the words finally left the boys mouth, however, David was absolutely not prepared. His eyes widened at Ziggy's omission and his mouth dropped open a bit. Unable to wipe the shocked expression from his face as he stared across the room at the top of Ziggy's head. "I'm sorry. You what now?"

Ziggy chewed on his lip and kept his head down. He didn't want to see David's reaction. He should have just kept his mouth shut. Now he was going to not offer his help to him and his sister. He squeezed his eyes shut and swore under his breath. "I like you." He murmured softly.

David cleared his throat a bit and crossed his arms over his chest again, placing one leg over the other and trying to form the best sentence possible in his head before speaking it. "Well, that's an interesting bit of information." he began, smirking slightly before he spoke again. "And certainly explains why you seem to hold your breath when I help you with Shakespeare."

Ziggy swallowed when David began speaking. He turned his gaze up to the man. His heart fluttered when David smirked at him, and then he flushed wildly when he mentioned Shakespeare. "I do hold my breath." He muttered, wondering just how much David was disgusted with him at that moment.

David nodded his head and tried to think of the best possible way to go about handling this information. In hind sight, he probably would have preferred not knowing at all, but he knew now and there was nothing to do about it. He had pushed the boy to tell him, had he not? Honestly, it was his own fault. He cleared his throat again and looked down at the floor momentarily. "Listen, Ziggy." he said, making sure his tone remained calm and friendly. "While I understand that you won't be able to rid yourself of these....feelings....I still expect you to act respectfully and properly concerning me."

Ziggy continued watching him, knowing that he had to be thinking at miles a minute. Ziggy chewed on his lip and drummed his fingers on the desk top before him. When David finally spoke it felt as though Ziggy had been shot. He should have kept his stupid mouth shut, he should have never said anything. "Of course sir." Ziggy said, feeling just a little broken.

David noted Ziggy's sadness and his face softened. "Ziggy." he said kindly, hoping that he would be able to say something to ease the boy's mind. "You can hardly expect me to return these feelings. You have to understand that, because I'm your teacher, I have simply never looked at you in that type of way. It has nothing to do with you, merely my position at this school. I almost programmed to not notice attractive students in a way that would cause me to develop interest."

Ziggy swallowed and looked up at David. "Yes, of course. I only wish that I hadn't said anything." ZIggy swallowed and watched his teacher's face. He felt his heart leap slightly when David said that he was programmed to not notice attractive students, and he half wondered if David thought he was attractive. "If you don't want to help me and Lizzie anymore I. I would understand."

David's face shifted from kind to shocked. Why on earth would Ziggy automatically jump to a conclusion like that? Then again, he supposed he could understand. With everything the kid had been through, it was no wonder he didn't put his trust in adults. "Ziggy. If I ever took back my offer to help you, then I would be a terrible human being. A small matter such as this is by no means grounds for me to withdraw my offer."

He swallowed, half waiting for the yelling to begin, and he was shocked that it didn't. He blinked as David spoke and nodded slowly when he finished. "I. Thank you." He murmured softly. "Honestly, thank you." Ziggy chewed on his lip and his leg began bouncing. He turned his gaze to the clock on the wall and sighed when he realized how little time was left before class.

David nodded once and sighed. "You're welcome." he said, standing up straight and moving back to his desk. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to clear his mind before class began, not wanting to be distracted while he tried to host a lecture on The Odyssey. He sat down slowly, moving his chair into it's proper position and sighing again. "We're, uh, discussing Homer today. If you'd like to retrieve your book from the cabinet you may."

Ziggy chuckled and started digging in his messenger bag before pulling out a well-worn loved copy of The Odyssey. "Did you really think that I wouldn't have my own copy already?" Ziggy chuckled and he placed the book on his desk, along with a highlighter.

David smiled over at him briefly, making his way back to his desk and sitting himself down in the chair. He crossed his legs, placing his hands on his lap and looked up at the clock. Any minute now, students would be piling into his classroom from the hallway and taking their seats, chattering to each other and seemingly making as much noise as possible before David began his lesson. As a sigh escaped David's lips, the bell rang.