DISCONTINUED shot for revenge / punzwastaken

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overall, punz was bored as he stared blankly down at the math questions in front of him. the clicking of dreams keyboard coming from his phone, it was quite irritating and especially when you were trying to figure out a math question.

punz's brain was truly like a broken clock as he looked down at the paper, slowly picking up his pen and clicking it so the tip would come out, he started doodling on the bottom the page.

the slow curves on the drawing scribbles he was making were very calming to punz for some reason, he found it entertaining to see the curves of random flowers, or just scribbles form. this pen he had was always pretty nice, it was a nice deep black - which is something punz appreciated because he hates the type of pens that just stop working and start working again.

soon enough, the bottom of the white page was just now a dark black. the flowers that punz drew, that turned into scribbles that slowly made sure that there was no white part of the bottom of the page. rubbing his clearly tired eyes and ruffling his knotted blonde hair, punz continued to do his work, flipping to the next page.

you see, the only thing punz actually understand in math were graphs. for no particular reason, they just made perfect sense in punz's mind. maybe it was the fact that in most classes, when you draw out a graph you tend to get to color it in.

but unluckily for him, the next page was something he hadn't even learnt before. with his confused eyes and furrowed brows, he looked at dream who was suddenly smirking at his phone.

what type of tutoring lesson was this? the tutor just sat down on his phone whilst the unintelligent one was struggling for his life.

jesus. punz felt like he was being thrown in this room for a mockery.

so, that's why he immediately grabbed his bag, trying to be as stubble as possible. slowly putting the unusually good pen back in his hand and sliding it into his pocket. with a fed up and clearly annoyed look on his face, he immediately stood up.

the movement of the chair scraping onto the floor was enough to make dream cringe for a moment from the sudden sound. it was like he was in his own reality because he had just watched as punz was walking to the exit of the library.

"maybe you do actually need a tutor, you're definitely not the brightest." dreams voice spoke up, making punz stop his in his steps and slowly turn around to dream.

punz's hair was fallen down into one eye, slowly dancing in the breeze of the low air-conditioning that flew around the decently large library. though punz's light blonde hair was fallen down into the eye that was closest to dream, you could still see that iconic punz glare from a mile off.

his eyebrows were raised as he shrugged, ignoring dreams insult as he continued to walk to the door. once he had gotten there, confusion took over his nasty attitude when the door wouldn't open. continuously trying to leave the room, punz had only stopped trying to open the clearly locked door when he heard the jangling of a mental object that seemed to sound like keys.

his head turned immediately, watching as dream was still in his seat. though, his legs were on the desk that punz was trying to work at, they were cross legged and the bottoms of his shoes were facing punz. the dirty blondes elbow was rested on the desk too, the key that was for the library door was hanging off his finger.

how did he even get that?

"give me the key, it's not like i'm learning something so there's no point in being here." spoke the shorter male out of the two, walking away from the door to his previous spot near the desk, watching as dreams iconic grin formed on his face.

"i think you're learning something, you're learning how to contain your attitudes." is all dream said before taking the key off his ring finger, sliding it back in his pocket as he suddenly stood up.