"Jethro, are you listening?"
Jethro flinched at the sound of Professor Johnson's irritated voice."Could you come to the board and answer the question?" He repeated.
He got up from his seat and headed to the blackboard.
There he was again, his thoughts were someplace else. He was thinking of Topaz, of how she was doing. He could barely focus and concentrate in the class.
There were numbers and letters on the blackboard. He was trying to comprehend what he was supposed to do. He flinched when Professor Johnson called his attention again. "We are waiting here."
Jethro began scribbling. Somehow, he still managed to get the answer right to the problem on the board. Professor Johnson gave him a disgruntled, "very good", obviously not pleased by the fact that he was not given the chance
