A whole lot of remaining silent was what Atticus was doing, pretty sure that he wasn't the person to interfere with...what? A lover's quarrel? Maybe? He didn't really know. For all he knew the two were friends or something. Was it something he said? Breathing onto his hand, he smelled his breath and winced slightly. Maybe it was his breath. Sighing, he just opted to keep on waiting, crossing his hands over the back of his head and leaning against a wall. 

A bit surprised that Megan came back to talk to him, he waved slightly with his left hand, keeping the right behind his head. [color=00aeef][b]"Well, it's not THAT bad here. I just don't like that there's pigeons. So, what was that all about? You two friends or somethin'?"[/b][/color] he asked rather bluntly, not exactly being the best with manners.

Crossing his arms, Atticus waited, really, really hoping there weren't going to be any sort of Algebraic tests. He knew a bit of English and history just from reading the paper. Well, modern history. But he barely knew basic arithmetic. On a good day he knew his times tables up to 12. Once it was Megan's turn, he'd wish her good luck.