You give an honest yet friendly answer; you have no reason to ignore your friend.
"Oh? You were spending time with daddy? Such a good girl. As I'd expect of you by now." As before, he's teasing you, but you know him well enough to tell he's simply playing around, rather than trying to insult. "Still, you missed a lot of insanity. Somebody put a bucket of water above the door, and when the teacher walked in- BOOM." He smiles, and you don't need to ask to know he's the one that did it. Jeeves does enjoy his pranks. At least he doesn't manage to hurt anyone. Other than himself, sometimes.
"Besides that, it was boring, though. They called HER in, and she griped at us for about ten minutes. 'Be more responsible', 'consider the school's reputation', you know the drill." He gives a surprisingly accurate mockery of the person he's talking about, though he ends up doing it often enough that he'd naturally be an expert by now. Of course, there's no reason to have sympathy for him, since he dug his own grave.
"Anyway, I'll get you a copy of my notes before the day's out, so you can at least catch up. You know I've always got your back." Nevermind that he's usually the one needing bailed out of any given situation.
The teacher turns around, looking intently at the two of you. "I see you're discussing something important enough to disturb the class. Would you care to come up here so everyone can hear you properly?" Caught, after all. If nothing else, you can be thankful that this is Mr. Harley, one of the kinder teachers at the school. A younger sort, still in his thirties, though old in the eyes. His wife has been sick for a long time, though you don't know the specifics.
"My apologies, professor. My classmate here lost her notes and I was simply offering a copy of my own, nothing nefarious at all." The teacher studies you two for a time, before nodding, and turning back to the blackboard. Luckily it had been the previous period Jeeves had decided to mess with, or you likely wouldn't have escaped with your life. Your classmate exhales, relieved. "Fortunate. Who knows what terrifying creatures he would turn us into, if we got on his bad side?" You can't tell if he's joking, or if his idea of science teachers is simply heavily inaccurate, but it's likely best not to press your luck.
The day passes easily enough from one period to the next. Eventually, the clock makes the rounds to lunch. The bell rings, and the students begin hustling out, leaving you to decide where to go. Jeeves doesn't share this class with you, so you'd likely need to go and track him down manually. At the same time, you did miss first period, and offering some sort of explanation or apology may serve you well to avoid getting into trouble, or creating a negative reputation. You decide to seek out...
1: Jeeves. You should see about those notes he offered, as well as continuing the conversation from earlier.
2: The student council president, the woman that seems to exist as a perpetual thorn in your friend's side, and apologize for his behavior.
3: The student council president, the woman that seems to exist as a perpetual thorn in your friend's side, and confront her on her attitude.
4: Your first period teacher, to explain the situation properly, asking for any work you may have missed.
5: Your first period teacher, to offer an appropriately dramatic story as an explanation for why you were late. Those orphans weren't going to save themselves!
6: The library. Between working out and spending time with friends, you could spare a little more time for proper studying.
7: The gym. You don't attend gym class today, but you still want to keep yourself sharp, and a little physical effort will help keep you sharp.
8: The lunchroom. Well, it's lunchtime. You didn't even pack a lunch. Go get some food.
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We made a friend! But what are we going to do for lunch? So many options, maybe we should just give up and sleep instead...
What country are we in, what grade, and do we have a name yet?
We certainly have a name! We just haven't decided what it is yet. Weird, that. As for grade, we're in the most generic of them all: second year highschool! Neither the youngest, nor the oldest! Country? That one's a secret~ I will say, we're not in Japan, however!
