You decide the safest person to contact is your friend Scotty. At his worst, Scotty can be a little self-centred, he's not the brightest kid in the world and most of his shirts are pit-stained.. But you know your buddy has a heart of gold, and if you can trust anyone, it's him.
Scotty is sitting near the front of the class, his legs stretched out so one of his ratty sneakers sticks into the aisle. You creep up to the massive skater shoe, with its peeling rubber and over-stuffed tongue, and tentatively tap on the giant sneaker's toe. You strain to look up at Scotty, who is slouching in his chair lazily, with a blank expression on his face. For all you know, his eyes could be closed behind that wild mop of hair, which wouldn't suprise you. You tap again on your best friend's giant shoe, and this time..