𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 ➳ bay-verse transformers [HAITUS]

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎

Boredom.

Torturous, tiresome boredom.

I sighed as I tapped the old school desk rhythmically, trying to stimulate my brain in someway so I didn't die of how insanely boring this class was. This earned me a warning look from the glasses-wearing demon which promoted me to huff and rest my face against the palm of my hand.

It was show and tell day in Mr. Hosney's class, or as I liked to call it, show and hell—how original I know.

I had already presented my project as did the rest of the class, leaving only one person left.

"Okay, Mr. Witwicky you're up", Mr. Hosney says. Sam walks up to the front of the class and empties out the artifacts from his great-great grandfather.

"Sorry, I got a lot of stuff", he mumbles.

"For my family-", Sam gets caught off when something hits him. I frowned, looking around for the culprit as everyone laughs.

My eyes land on Trent DeMarco who sat next to me, pretending to look around innocently as he wore a subtle proud smirk on his face.

"Who did..who did that? People responsibility", Mr. Hosney stands up before sitting back down.

I grab a rubber band and let out a girly sigh, grabbing Trent's attention. Out of my peripheral vision, I seem him shift slightly so that he almost faced me.

Ignoring his very uncomfortable stares, I maintain my attention towards Sam, aiming the rubber band before releasing it.

A cry of pain fills the classroom and everyone turns in the direction of Mr. Jerk-face Trent as he clutched his left eye.

"Who did that? Again people, responsibility", Mr. Hosney doesn't stand up this time and instead waves his finger sternly.

Like Trent, I too, feigned innocence as I looked around the classroom disapprovingly. Finally, my eyes land on Trent who turned to me.

"Poor thing", I tsked as I pretended to scratch my lower eyelid. His eye twitches and I decide to mess with him further by pulling down my lower eyelid with my middle finger (essentially flicking him off) and sticking my tongue out.

His face turns red and he shoots me a glare to which I smirk in satisfaction.

"Fucking bitch"

"Asswipe"

"Wolfhart! DeMarco!", Trent and I turn to Mr. Hosney who stood up abruptly.

"Stop disturbing my class", he warns.

"Sorry, Mr. Hosney", I say sweetly. Mr. Hosney nods in approval and sits back down.

I return my attention back to Sam and grin innocently causing Sam to smile and shake his head.

"Okay. So, for my genealogy report, I decided to write on my great-great-grandfather, Captain Archibald Witwicky", Sam begins.

"In fact, he was one of the first men to visit the Arctic Circle, which is a big deal", he continues holding up a map.

"In 1897 he took 41 brave explorers with him to the Arctic Shelf. That's the story", he says before grabbing some kind of artifact.

"And here, we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th century seamen", he says showing the artifacts.

The students laugh and Mr. Hosney holds up a Quiet stop sign. I snicker at this and he shoots me a glare to which I let out an annoyed huff and look back at Sam.

"This here is a quadrant, which you can get for 80 bucks. It's all for sell by the way, like this sextant here. $50 for this, which is a bargain", he said. Everyone laughs again and I yawn. Kids these days sure are dirty-minded.