Brans pov
Maths classroom
"What is the answer mr Carlton" Mr Finchley yells slamming his hands on my desk, looking down at me with disgust - I try my hardest not to flinch and to my surprise it works
"I've told you already, I don't know" I grumble balling my fists up on my lap and staring up at him aloofly. I swear if this guy doesn't shut up I will snap.
I cant snap though, I'm meant to be this cool guy who acts like he's above everyone else if i snap I will threaten ruin that reputation I've spent years building.
"Clearly you spend to much time playing sport that it makes your brain the size of a pea" he mocks with a mean grin.
"At least He's actually doing something with his life, unlike you who ended up as a math's teacher" Connor snaps at him from next to me "he's going to take over his fathers business and your going to die alone you freak"
"take over your fathers business, ha you'd be lucky to even land a job in Walmart with your intellect" He says smugly arms crossed over his chest " i bet your father is so proud of you"
For some reason his words cause me to snap, throwing away my cool and aloof demeanor I work so hard to keep up at school.
"Shut the fuck up" I yell, standing up so aggressively that my chair flies back almost hitting some poor girl behind me. Grabbing my book, I tear out the page I was working on (which is just the date and title) and throw it to the ground staring at him the whole time.
"Sit back in your seat mr Carlton" He yells back in my face, his going red with anger.
"No" I yell back furrowing my eyes at him "you cant tell me what to do your a fucking dick who doesn't deserve a fucking job"
The class watch in a stunned silence as it looks like either me or mr Finchley are going to throw a punch at the other. I don't think they expect it to happen though.
"You do as I say Brandon, sit back in your seat or I will have a chat with your father and coach" He threatens stepping back from me, I guess he realized that hitting me would be a bad idea.
im not scared of his threats, im not scared of him.
"I'm not going to listen to you, your an asshole" I yell at him "nobody talks down to me like that"
grabbing my bag I storm out of the room ignoring mr Finchley's screaming and the classes laughing.
My hands start to become numb because if how tight my fists are, everything's just a blur of anger as I bound down the corridor passing classrooms. I don't know where I'm going but I just need to walk to try and calm down.
he makes me so angry that it fucking hurts.
"Brandon where are you going" the voice of mr Garcia calls out from behind me causing me to stop to turn around and face him.
"Anywhere but that classroom with that stupid fucking teacher" I yell pointing back the way I came from.
"Okay, okay calm down I know your mad but you cant just wander the halls. So just come sit at the back of my class you don't have to do anything you can just sit" he explains gesturing towards his quiet class
"Who will I sit next to" I ask peering into the smart people class. I don't really want to go in there, i could just go talk to coach if he doesn't have a class.
"Well there's a spare seat next to Jackson, you can sit there" he smiles at me gesturing towards Jackson who is concentrated deeply into his work
"Okay" i mumble entering the classroom and watching as everyone's head snaps up whispering to the people next to them
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Deepest Desires
RomanceA group of school kids, All from different lives and backgrounds, are brought together by trauma and events were they build bonds they never thought possible. Bonds of unrequited love, newfound friendship and romance emerge as they are forced to fac...
