Out of a Crowd...

He runs in,
Stops, and says something aloud to get the attention,
Hair is slicked sown with plenty of jell,
then plopped down, took a deep breath and looked around.
His hands never stop moving, he fiddles
With everything his hands come across,
Glancing, looking at the faces and not into the eyes of everyone,
Seeing if they are watching him,
Class goes the same every day!