The Lecture

He was sitting in the second last row of the class. Class had not started yet.

He watched that movie last night, the movie that made no difference. And the silent "Hi", "helloes" to the mates, sometimes with eyes, sometimes with hands, we keep doing it.

He was waiting for her to come. 
His room-mate just came in. Rushed to him, sat next to him and said can't you wait for two minutes?"He never replied and passed an indifferent expression. He said to his roommie "That's what I like about Bollywood, things happen when hero expects them to happen, reality is disappointing."Now his roommie didn't say a word and asked for his notebook to see what he missed in the last class. 
Professor entered the class. That's what professors do to a class, they increase the noise level when they just enter and  after that lullaby calms it all down. 
Amid this din professor starts teaching. He asks for his copy from roommie and notes down date and topic. That's it. He then sits calmly seeming apathetic to whatever professor is saying.

Someone just came in, he just pulled himself out of his subconsciousness. It was not her.
He was thinking what possibly would have happened to her. He saw that her friends were in the class. He thought she must have fallen sick or may be she slept late last night, so she was not able to wake up or she just didn't want to attend the class or something happened in her family and she went home to meet them. 
He was scratching the chair with the back of his pen. 
The lecture got over. She was absent that day.