Detention With The Bad Boy

ⅩⅩⅢ - Psycho Killers and Alex

THE DRP CROSSES his eyebrows in confusion, while I wide eyed, gaped at that, that thing on his shoulder.

He turns his face towards the side, and I watch as his confused face turn into one of fear and shock.

His manly shriek fills the classroom, matched with Marcus' deep laugh. I stood there frozen at the sight, but when the DRP jumped up and down, screaming like a crazy woman who has her pants on fire, my face is unwillingly pulled into a humored grin.

The DRP runs towards me, screaming for his life and asking me to help him take it off, making me squeal and run to Marcus, who's still laughing like a madman.

"Where is it! Take it off!" The DRP yells, still running at me, asking for help.

"Stay away from me sir!" I yelled over my shoulder. "Ask Storm to take it off!"

But, he didn't listen.

He still opted to run in my direction for help, causing for me to shriek in panic. I am nowhere in hell going to touch that. For Christ's sake, just looking at it give me the creeps, it makes me feel like something is crawling on my spine.

The DRP finally plucks the courage to flick the big hairy creature that crawled on his shoulder, and it lands on the floor and slowly walks away, not giving any flying fuck that he just scared the crap out of two people.

"A spider! A spider!" Marcus yells, mocking the DRP's panic attack. I couldn't help but laugh.

The DRP turns red in fury, his teeth gritted, his eyes filled with hate (for Marcus only, I hope) and I could almost imagine smoke coming out of his ears. 

"Mr. Storm!" He shouts it like a dirty word. "I had enough of this! This spider—"

"Well technically it was a tarantula." I corrected him simply.

Marcus purses his lips and nods in agreement. "Yeah. Yeah. She's right."

"Shut up, both of you!" He growls as he points an accusing finger at us. We both clamped our mouth shut.

"I've had enough! You guys are the most irritating, troublesome and arrogant students I've ever handled!" He looks really pissed. "This tarantula stunt you pulled is the last straw! I freaking quit!" He glowers at Marcus. "You suck!"

I stiffled a laugh at his choice of word. He shot me a nasty glare.

"And you swallow." Marcus answered, shrugging as if he doesn't have any care in the world.

"Argh!" The DRP screams in frustration. "I want both of you, out! Out the door this instant!" He points at the door.

I was about to go out, but . . . My eyes widened for the tenth time and I glance at Marcus. He's smirking, his secretive smile on his lips, and when he caughts my gaze, his smirk turned into a grin.

He sees it too. . .

"Well what are you morons still standing here for?" He snaps, his mouth pressed into a thin line. "Out!"

Marcus strolled out, looking like a proud smurf. I stood there, speechless.

The DRP looks at me, his eyed narrowed. "Well?"

"But—but, sir—"

"I don't need any of your dumb excuses. You guys are pathetic." He scowls.

I feel bad for the guy. But, he called me pathetic. This isn't even my fault. So fine. So be it. Atleast I tried to warn him.

I exhaled sharply and gave him one last stare before walking out of the room. Before I truly went away, I popped my head inside the room again.

The DRP turns to me, a what-the-hell-are-you-still-doing-here look on his face.