Mr Miskovic x Max

Super chad Misky

"Getta real, guyz!"

Mr Miskovic yelled as Max slumped back into his seat.

The class silently muffled and mimicked Mr Miskovic as he grumbled away to his own seat.

"Take out your gadgets and get on with it."

All you should hear for solemn 5 minutes was the typing of keyboards and the scribbling of pencils.

And then suddenly DRING DING, Max had gotten a  question right on EP.

Everyone starred at him, was he for real??? Mr Misky was PISSED!

Someone was gonna get in big time.

And everyone knew who it was gonna be.

Mr Miskovic tilted his head, he was feeling cocky now.

"Meet me after class Max, you are no cowboy."

Mr Misky tutted off into the distance, leaving Max smirking and murmuring.

The bell rang, merely a minute before the bell actually rang the seats were empty except for Max and Misky.

"Mr Miskovic I swear I was doing EP."

Misky tutted again.

"Get real, we are not in the same reality."

"What's reality?"

Misky stared at Max for a very long time. It wasn't one of those cold, hard stares. 

It was a stare out of interest and lust.

Max gulped, but wanted to hide his fear and excitement.

"What are you going to do?"

Misky tutted again, Max could see that the old man was trying to hide his passion.

"I am going to teacha you a lesson!"

What was the lesson going to be?

Max feared that they were about to cross the line, and never turn back.

"You don'ta have to tuck your shirt this time, cowboy."

And Misky pulled Max in by his tie.