Scenarios for friends to read

New scenario part 2

Out of nowhere, William gets up and just... leaves. "Uh... Where's he going?" Delilah wondered aloud, her eyes following the guy as he left the room.Nobody even reacted. Except Ophelia, who just silently followed him out.

"You guys are... odd. Do I not get an answer?"

"I'm not explaining because I don't know either. Those two are a weird pair. They've never made sense to me," Estelle sighed, laying her head down on her desk.

"I understand them~" Damien teased, grinning.

"Then why don't you explain?" Delilah questioned.

"Because I kind of owe William. It's a long story. And no offense, but you seem like a rambler, and I can't risk his secrets being exposed. Not to be dramatic, but my life is at risk here, alright?" Damien protested.

A student sitting on the opposite side of the classroom kicked his feet up onto the desk, chewing his gum rather obnoxiously. 

"Vaughn! Feet down, now!" the teacher scolded from the front of the classroom, lifting his eyes off of his papers for just a moment to tell the guy off.

"William just left the classroom; is this really your biggest concern, gramps?" the loud teen argued.

"...Feet down. I won't ask you again."

"Why won't anyone explain why that bastard has so much freedom here? He's not a god, so why is he exempt from everything?" Vaughn retorted, scoffing at the teacher's attempt to make him submit."

Who's the rude blond?" Delilah asked, grimacing in disgust at the teen's audacity.

"Hey! That's mean!" Damien frowned, crossing his arms and pouting.

"Not you, you idiot. You're the dumb blond, not the rude one. She's talking about Mister Lee over there," Estelle said, enunciating the last few words loud enough for the brat to hear.

"That's Christopher-" Damien attempted to say, a loud yell cutting him off.

"It's Vaughn to you, you manwhore! And you too, you weird-haired freak," Christopher insulted, giving a dirty look to both Damien and Estelle."

Christopher Lee Vaughn please report to the principal's office," a loud voice boomed from the speakers inside of the classroom. Christopher chuckled, but it was out of anger more than anything. He glanced at the teacher whose glasses reflected his computer screen. The teacher had sent an email, which Christopher assumed was a complaint about his behavior.

"I see how it is, you sly son of a-""I repeat, Christopher Lee Vaughn, please report to the principal's office immediately," the voice spoke again, sounding a little bit more impatient than last time.