Bar Red's Redemption (Edited)

2: Believing Him - Sophomore Year

"Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free."
―Jim Morrison

Hey guys! Hope you enjoy this chapter too, it's not too new or anything. This is also from the BRR Extras but I edited it to fit. Next chapter will be, too, and then it starts to be actual edited and new content for the BRR Rewritten.

Love you all, hope you are hydrated and well!

Chapter 2:
Believing Him - Sophomore Year

"Stop being such a brat, Oly! Some of us are actually trying to learn," Ivory snapped, glaring at him from one desk over. "Not that you would know what that looks like."

"Ouch, Ivy," Bar placed a hand over his heart, tone mocking and completely sarcastic. He knew people assumed he was an idiot because he never did any of his homework and saying otherwise would be futile. It's not anything he said could change their minds. "Is that supposed to hurt?"

"Not as much as you trying to think probably does, but yes."

Their English teacher looked helplessly between the two teens, unable to stop the bickering despite her previous attempts at 'scolding' them. He can't blame her very much for getting overwhelmed, he could be quite a lot to deal with.

He knows that she'll learn soon enough that he's not worth the effort, just like all the teachers before her had. She'll learn how to deal with him and how he treats Ivory.

Besides, it was only the second week of school and they were already at each other's throats.

Ivory and Bar didn't get into fights a lot, it was mostly him bullying her or them throwing dirty looks at each other, but when they did both of them were too stubborn to back down.

Or maybe it was just Ivory that was too stubborn. He simply just enjoyed it too much to stop.

Either way, the teacher did not appreciate it.

English was the only class Bar bothered to attend on a regular basis—simply because every Friday his crush read the book of the week, it typically being Shakespeare or another classical, out loud.

He liked hearing her talk, especially when she didn't sound upset or sad like how she did talking to him. The way she never stumbled over the old timey words brought comfort to him, reminding him of Gus, who was a Shakespeare fanatic.

"You'll have to try a lot fucking harder to hurt my feelings than that," Bar replied, "But a goodie two shoes like you probably won't. Too goddamn nice."

He wishes more people were like her.

"Red!" The teacher gasped out, eyes wide as she turned to him. "Stop swearing in my classroom."

"Fucking bite me."

"Don't," Ivory blinked over at her teacher innocently. "He probably has a disease."

"That's it!" Mrs. Onea said as Bar just laughed, her going red-faced with anger as the rest of the class snickered. Poor her, it was the first year she was teaching, too. "Go wait outside until class is over. I'm done with your childish attitudes."

He smirked over at Ivory as she let out a frustrated groan before grabbing his bag and standing. There was nothing to pack up, he simply left the blank worksheet on his desk.

He silently walked over to the door and left, leaning against the wall by it. The hallway was, thankfully, empty so there were no eyes on him as he waited for the feisty little beauty to leave the room.