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YOU KNEW YOU WEREN'T A LIKEABLE PERSON, BUT YOU WEREN'T A DISLIKABLE ONE EITHER.
You believed that the people you meet would eventually grow to tolerate your antics (AS they should've in the first place, but they just can't seem understand you.) and start to like you, just like Fukuzawa, Anya, Loid, Yor and Irina. But for some reason Desmond, his fangirls and one of your teachers don't find you as someone to be liked, but rather someone that should be hated.
And naturally, you've began to loathe those people in return, including what's associated with them. Thus, you've began to dread one specific lesson on your timetable.
Economics.
Now, the subject wasn't the issue here. In fact you found it pretty easy. Its flaw was the subject's teacher.
Mr. Murdoch Swan
You couldn't help but curse your fate. Out of ALL the people who were capable enough to teach you economics, why did it have to be the man you not only told to shut up but also insulted at the interview???
Despite the fact that you apologised to him right after, it obviously didn't work, given that it's been his mission to make your life miserable from the moment he found out you were in his class.
"(F/N), we have economics next."
You lifted your head up from it's place on your desk and let out an audible sigh. When you opened your locker, you were at a loss when you didn't find your textbook inside. You flipped yours and Irina's entire lockers upside down, and checked your bag, but you couldn't find it.
You sneered when your eyes landed on D'André, who was staring back at you. "What, you have my book?" He scoffed and shut his own locker. "Why would I steal a book from someone like you?"
"It's fine to borrow things from others, but you have to make sure you ask before that, D'André. Okay?"
D'André looked offended, and rightfully so. "I don't need you to explain things to me like I'm a kid, (F/N), I'm not careless enough to lose my book."
"Who said I lost it?"
He looked around before returning his gaze to you. "Then where is it?" You shrugged. "Dunno... Maybe up your ass? 'Cause you act like someone took it and shoved it there."
