Tredging along the school backyard, two figures can be seen in a very rumpled state. One from aggravation and the other seeking to aggravate the other.
"You didn't have to do that. I mean, if teacher finds out were screwed for sure." Benjamin mumbled, giving his friend the stink eye. The latter, however, waves it off with disinterest.
"Okay one, were late. Two, I just did. Now three, shut your virgin hole and walk. Its not like she deserves my, or your respect." Came a snarky reply from Hubert. Seemingly oblivious to Benjamin's glare from behind, its not like he deserved it anyway. Its not his fault on what happened 5 minutes ago. Not entirely anyway.
Biotech is their penultimate subject in the morning, teached by Tchr. Reny. Who, apparently has a reputation of being considerately late for coming to class. As well as dismissing it. Making the students considerately late for lunch. Always dropping tough as nuts school work, in a very ridiculous deadline. Seriously, who gives a 40 items seat work when there's only 13 minutes of subject time left? 47 minutes of souless lecture in absolute monotone and right now she actually thought about giving this? This led Benjamin to wonder if Hubert was the sleaziest person in class. Apparently not, not when this teacher was around anyway.
And boy he was right. Mrs.Reny isn't exactly a big fan of frats, heck she despised them. She probably knew theirs was having a meeting today, and went in for the kill! 50 items for 10 minutes, throughout the whole time. Making her a certified sadist.
"(Sigh) Fine, she's acting like a douche anyway, you can actually tell she's doing it on purpose. Back in class, you can actually see that smug smirk of her face. How I love to carve it out with a peeler." Benjamin said. "I mean, come on man. This is the frat. Were senior members for crying out, losing even a bit to a second is a shame. But also as members, we thought our way out!" He turned to Hubert, who now apparently sports a red handkerchief on his face. "And what's with the stupid hankerchief! Take that off! Its bad enough people labels us like one of those insignia wearing freaks on the street."
"Insignias cool man. Cocaine, marijuana heroine shit." Hubert replied, looking offended.
"What's cool with drugs anyway, aside from corrupting a few punks and killing more."
"Sherlock Holmes is a drug addict."
"Not a great role model."
"But the geezers a freaking badass."
"There's a reason why he's fictional. Trust me, if he's even real he won't even finish his case without going to jail for addiction."
Now that seems to shut Hubert up, good. Now they can walk in peace.
Few awkwardly silent minutes later, they finally made it to the desired meeting place. An old mango tree around 15 feet tall, judging from the barks you could probably tell it was around 3 to 5 years old. What makes it so unique is its design, resembling an umbrella it makes a beautiful shade from below. Underneath the tree, there are two make do bamboo benches. Enough to fit an entire class. From afar Benjamin could count to 5 people already present. Hubert was right, they were late.
One of the boys immediately noticed the incoming pair, and gave a hearty chuckle. "Bout' damn time, and here I thought I was the slow one." The person said sarcastically. He was about 5 feet tall. Spiky black hair. He wears a fit black tank top with white outlines. He also wears a dark khaki pants and white sneakers.
"Now now Cedric, just because you came in first doesn't mean you can get your ego a boost." Another boy said, he was wearing a purple fitting v- neck t-shirt, and black walking shorts complete with beach slippers. Compared to Cedric, he was taller than 5 inches. With unkempt black hair, evidence of his lack of grooming. And a slightly rough face, an aftermath of a terrible acne he had on his freshmen years.
"Arcturus has a point, leave these guys alone. Its bad enough these two are the teachers punching bag." Compared to the other two, this boy was the tallest. With combed down hair that can only be described as emo, and a moustache to make him stranger. Sporting a blue jacket with a red t-shirt underneath. Black slacks with equally black shoes. Benjamin thinks his taste of fashion sucks.
"Thanks Keith." Benjamin gave him a smile. Keith nodded, also smiling. And turns around to see the other members
"Tchr. Reny went overboard again didn't she?" The fifth boy asked with a knowing smirk. He was the shortest of the bunch, only 4 ft tall. He wears a Blue Nick Automatic Sweater and green maong pants. " I mean, she always--" He didn't have a chance to finish that, as the last person interrupted him.
"Alright guys, can the chatter Balila. We already lost 5 minutes of golden time." The last person yelled. Around 5'7 tall, with spiky brown hair. Wearing a bland white T-shirt and an equally bland shorts and slippers. " As I was saying, good noon to you people." He finished with a wolfish smile.
"Let's cut to the brass and tacks Deane, whaddya want?" Arcturus interrupted him, he didn't care if he sounded rude. He just want to end this as soon as possible. Hes got a math assignment to copy.
Despite this, Deane's demeanor was hardly affected. If anything, his smile grew wider. " No problem. Last week there had been, um rather interesting reports regarding to the activities of every one of you. Of course, knowing it was about you people I wouldn't be surprised seeing your face on the guidance poster. But something about this one sets it apart from the others. Something that landed it to priority seven."
The last word seems to have some distinct effect on the rest of the members. Heads up, now facing Deane with full presence of mind. That got their attention. Good. But Balila has a different thing in mind, facing Deane with a look of horror. " You mean..."
"Yes, there's a bent, among our midst."
