"Mr. Driscoll would you like to share with the class what you find so funny?" The small shrilling voice of Mrs. Peters spoke sending the room into an airy silence waiting for me to come up with some sarcastic remark. Obviously I'm going to reply to the demands.
"Well Donner, I can call you Donner yes?-" I didn't wait for a reply as I continued to speak, "-anyway Donner, was just thinking does the student public know about your small affair with the janitor in the sports supply closet but then I thought no probably not. Do you know why I'm doing this Donner?-" again I didn't wait for a reply, "-I'm doing this because you asked me what I found so funny and as soon as you said 'with today's affairs' I thought of you bumping nasty's with the janitor in the closet." I pulled a disturbed face, one of victory but also of pure disgust as I revealed our schools top English teacher's biggest secret.
I couldn't help but feel quite smug about myself as I watched the color of her face go and turn into a pale sheet like she was about to throw up. I sat back in my chair raising my arms over my head and stretching my legs out to pull the aching muscles in my body from being hunched over in that small chair. I'm six foot three sat in a chair meant for someone about five foot five, it is the ultimate struggle.
Mrs. Pe- wait, wait Ms. Peters was stunned as her eyes shifted from laughing student to laughing student; her face becoming whiter and whiter with each new laugh that erupted from the classroom. This would be an embarrassing moment for any human, luckily it wasn't me.
I felt proud at this moment in time, not because of the secret- God no I've known about that since I started junior year- but about my position. It's moments like these where I like to reflect on the accomplishments I've met during my school year.
This is the last week of my junior year and I must say reflecting back on it I haven't really done much with my life. I mean let's look at this logically, I've most likely flunked my junior finals, and I tend to rather go out and party than stay home and revise. Ergh that word is just so foreign to me it's unreal. I gues-
"M-M-Mr. Driscoll-"Ms. Peters started to stutter before I cut her off.
"Shush woman I'm reminiscing!" I exclaimed earning a few stifled laughs from the students. Anyway where was I, oh yeah, I guess this yea-
"Mr. Driscoll, principles office now!" Ms. Peters said her tone was sterner and her posture was straighter, looks like someone was trying to grow a backbone. I sighed in defeat as I raised my hands up in surrender. Donner wore a smug look now as I grabbed my bag and lazily slung it over my shoulder before exiting the class room.
As I reached the door I turned back around to face the students in the class and gave them a sarcastic salute. I looked around at some of the reactions before I exited through the door and down to the all too familiar principles office. I loved showing sarcasm to the class before leaving; it was just priceless to see some reactions because you know someone's going to do something equally as stupid back to you. For example as I saluted today a kid at the back, Damian I think his name was, did the hunger games three finger kiss thing to wish me luck.
I hung my head and stifled a laugh at the memory as I continued my slow and short trek down the empty school corridors making my way to that familiar mahogany brown door. As I approached the door I knocked three times before pushing it open to reveal a very pissed principle. I gave him a cheeky smirk before talking:
"Sir, how long has it been? One, two days?" I closed the door shutting out the rest of the school world before leaving me and Mr. Owenton to speak about my behaviour once again.
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Teen FictionOne badboy. One girl. One summer. One coffee shop. (Prologue on the inside)