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Still singing S&M, the dark haired student whose only dress code he followed was his own stepped into the class only to pause and grabbed the shot glass and the bottle of vodka.
“Maybe you should quit drinking and then that stupid little hangover you've had since the library would go away. Here's your report you wanted so desperately,” he hummed while sliding the shot glass into the same hand as the bottle of vodka. He then pulled out a thin binder-like folder from his bag and set it on the teacher's desk along with the book. “I don't do computers so I hope you won't fail me for using actual handwriting in fine print for the entire book. You can have these back after school today.”
Turning on his heel, he headed to his desk and sat down. He felt like one out of few that actually had a brain here. It was irritating, but considering those he ran into already... The first was too busy getting into everyone else's business, the second was too snippy, the third was alright, the fourth was a boozer that called herself a teacher, the fifth was a total... Well he'd leave that completely blank for whoever wanted to put any comment they'd like about the girl who liked shooting a bow... Then the sixth was pretty fun. He could pretend to be normal around him without having any issues of "I think I'm gonna predict your feelings!" in his bones. At least not yet.
Amilia, his third encounter of the day, had broken down part of his emotional barrier, but it had returned just as quickly as it'd fallen and now... Now he was back to being flawlessly unreadable. Why he was so good at deceiving people remained a mystery to him, but it kept people guessing what was really on his mind.

“That's nice... I got the message loud and clear,” Naacht muttered from where he sat, Amillia sitting away from him so as to avoid questions more than likely. There was also the option of her finding him... Unfriendly during their chat in the library.

He made a slight wave at the boy who came in although he was inwardly singing the Digimon theme song at how the boy's hair was spiked up and the goggles. He'd always found that they'd run the Yu-Gi-Oh, Pokemon and Digimon series into the ground after the third season of it. Now they were just trying to see how far they could drag it out. No wonder why the Twilight series was also being dragged out. Lame~

“Need some aspirin and a coke?” the dark haired male asked while keeping his bright red gaze directed towards a piece of paper on his desk only to scribble down a few words. He then flipped the page and started doodling on the page as he'd done earlier in the library. His cheerful smile slid back into place as his pencil continued making small movements across the page. She wouldn't shatter his emotional barrier again. He wouldn't allow it to happen for a second time.

Sighing lightly, he flipped open his bag and rummaged around for a few minutes. After finding what he was looking for, he slid out of his chair and sat on a desk beside Amilia's setting a bottle of coke on her desk alongside three aspirin.

“There ya go. You can keep the bottle of coke. I have like nine more in my bag,” Naacht hummed calmly as he crossed his legs in front of him. Setting his hands in his lap, he waited patiently for the female to move. “If you're curious as to why I carry that on me, it's a just in case scenario thing. I also consider alcohol a waste of time. It's for those who wanna get a beer belly when they're older and don't have a life. It's the best way for women to get knocked up easily. A strong heart and mind will keep me from ever even thinking of drinking it... Except maybe a daiquiri here or there.”

“For now you don't have have those problems, but everyone gets the belly and women get too drunk to think straight and then get ditched by their drunk lover and then... Bam! They're stuck with a kid in their gut and think abortion as their choice. If you're stupid enough yo throw your cat at someone, you gotta take on responsibility. Seen it on many an occasion,” he stated while ignoring her glare directed at him. Smiling lightly, he tapped his finger near his eye and then stretched his legs back out in front of him.

“Good example of someone who has no life; Charlie Sheen, Britney Spears, Snooki.... Need I continue the list? I highly doubt you could push peer pressure on me let alone try convincing me it's a lovely thing that'll take all the problems away. Only the weak find alcohol awesome and helpful. All it does is make you look like a f*ckin' moron.” He rolled backwards off the desk, landing on his feet and lifting the bottle of vodka from his desk only to dump it's contents out the window and then toss the empty bottle in the trash. Picking up his belongings, he smiled lightly and made a slight ticking motion of his hand just in time for the bell to ring.

“I think I have physical education next... If you do end up as said in earlier comments, don't get an abortion. You took the time to create it and it's a living thing. Just remember that Miss Trensay. See ya 'round.” Naacht then headed towards the door.