Non verbal approach

Rolling your eyes, the chair in your hand fronting me, pulling my backpack with both hands, eyebrow risen, movement of mine you quickly stepping aside holding the back of your backpack, the accidently touch I did, you making yourself tiny near the window, smile lines sink in a dismissive face. When you were heading on side I knew you were uninterested, I knew when you were laying back you didn't even listen, I knew when held your both hands together down your stomach you are bored, I knew when you were quickly making your work and smiled at me, it was a mocking one. I knew when you looked at me while you talked, you were trying to make me uncomfortable. When you repeated my words ironically to the teacher I knew you were annoyed. I knew when you often forgot things and were lost you were mad. But that day, when your Hand laid on your chest while patting, I knew you were counting heartbeats to regulate your breath rhythm. Your hands never held your backpack but now it grabbed it tight. If I just knew your body languge, was your, coping mechanism.