Baby, We're Fireproof

Chapter 4

Louis' pov

"Teacher can shove her equations up her arse" I curse to myself as I look down at the math problems that's currently causing my brain to kill itself.

Apparently a little too loud because Mrs Simons looks up from her desk and directly at me.

But I ignore her as I look at the clock above the door. 27 more fucking minutes in this hell called algebra.

Shouldn't Simons be teaching us how to fucking do this, instead of throwing us in the deep end and seeing if we'll drown?

I'm done with this shit.

I stand up and walk to the door, but before I can open it Mrs Simons' voice stops me.

I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"If you step out of this classroom you can walk straight to the office and stay for detention, Tomlinson."

"Rather that then this" I say as I walk out.

***

I'm standing in front of my locker after going to the office, putting my books away.

They ask me what I did and told me to meet Mr.Tenning in his room after class. Fuck me I hate that guy. Does he realise that soap exists and mabye he should fucking spare 2 bucks to get some?

"Yo Tommo!" I turn around and see Zayn, Niall and Liam are walking towards me.

"How was algebra?" Niall says before taking a sip out of his bottle.

"Walked out after 20 minutes and got detention"

"Oh wow, well done" Zayn says sarcastically and pats my shoulder.

Niall leans against the locker next to mine and smiles mischievously.

He's looking at Mr Swell who's unfortunately walking down the hall right this minute.

"Don't you dare Niall" my voice was threatening, yet I was supporting a small smirk.

He looked at Liam and Zayn.

"Gentlemen, I hope you don't have any plans for today"

The next second he uses his foot to push himself away from the locker and stumbles forward, bumping into Mr Swell and 'accidentally' emptying the whole content of his bottle on his suit.

Mr Swell is in rage.

"THAT'S IT! YOU'VE HAS FINALLY OVERSTEPPED THE CURVE"

He screams drawing all the attention on him.

"DETENTION! ALL OF YOU"

He screamed at us four before storming off.

***

Mr.Tennings brown leather bag slams on the table.

"Good afternoon boys" He says as he sits down in his chair.

"You can leave at 5. I'll be grading these essays because I forgot to do them over the summer. And you'll do whatever you want as long as you do it quietly"

***

My blank white paper has turned into a blue sea of scribbles in the course of one hour.

Mr Tennings is still grading his papers, cursing every now and then.

Tsk tsk. Last time I checked that was  against school rules.

I lean back at my chair looking at the others.

And if they could read my mind we all stand up at the same time and walk out.

"Gentlemen what in the hell are you doing" Tenning says while slamming his hand on the desk.