Donovan opened his satchel and pulled out his materials for class. He wrote furiously and swiftly, enhancing his sharp cursive as he placed each word.
He could feel Dylan's cold stare from across the room. What could he possibly want at this point...? He should've since then moved on...
Ms. Charleston, the teacher, started walking around until she noticed Dylan.
"Well, who do we have here? You must be my new student everyone was talking about." She smiled warmly and stopped in front of the desk.
Dylan looked up abruptly and forced another smile.
"Yeah... I just came from Sol-Fields." He said.
Ms. Charleston nodded lightly. "Ah, Sol-Fields! I'm assuming you had Mr. Nasser?" She inquired.
Dylan's face lit up a bit, showing some interest. "Oh, yeah! Mr. Nasser. How'd you know?" He questioned.
Ms. Charleston sighed and then responded. "Well, he's my husband - or, err... was." She now stared blankly.
Donovan half-listened, opening his computer and scrolling to his assignments. He opened one and started to work. Ms. Charleston continued talking.
"So, I'm assuming you already got the tour?" She gestured with her eyed at Donovan. Dylan silently nodded his head again.
"Good, how was it? He didn't make it too long, did he?" She laughed lightly.
Dylan shrugged. "Eh, wasn't bad."
Oliver burst into the conversation. "Should've called me; I would've been a better tour guide." He scoffed.
Ms. Charleston pressed her lips into a line and raised an eyebrow. "No, you wouldn't have. Now, Dylan, do you know how to work the websites and things?" She asked.
Dylan tried to speak before Oliver interrupted again. "I'll help him with that. Here." He started typing.
Ms. Charleston sighed and glanced around the room. "Alright. If you have any questions, just let me know. Kay'?" She picked some lint off her sleeve and patted down her dress.
Dylan nodded again as she walked away.
Ms. Charleston stood around for a while until she finally came to front and clapped her hands.
"Alright, everyone, 5 minutes. If you have to collect an instrument before you depart for lunch, go now."
About half of the class stood up and started towards the door. The rest of them stood up and started packing. Through all this commotion, however, was the loud talking of Oliver.
"Really man? He just stood around and looked awkward? What a stupid fucker! I told you I could've toured you better." He laughed - no... he cackled violently - and was obviously teasing Donovan.
Dylan just laughed alongside him. Caroline was right, this was going to be a problematic year. Oliver finally looked over to Donovan, only not to see him.
He stood up straight and tried to see him, until he was snatched by the collar again. This time it was Caroline.
"Uhm, no ma'am. Let that boy go." Ms. Charleston demanded. Caroline hesitantly let go, and started whisper-screaming.
"Marley, you are this fucking close to me writing up everything you've done here in the last 3 years. You need to watch what you say. Watch-what-the-fuck you say." She stared into his eyes coldly and pressed her thumb and and index together, visualizing her words.
"That's touching, dumbass." He scoffed.
"Atoms don't collide, you fat twink." Caroline pointed out.
"Hey, it's not my fault the little kid can't not look like a joke." He smirked, then grabbed his things and shoved past Caroline.
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There's This Guy
Ficción General"Goooooooood morning Sol-Green!" Today is another bright and promising day in Ashlyn County, followed by tomorrow with a 20% chance of absolute detrimental hate, and a 45% chance of clash. ---------------------------------- Follow the path of Donova...
