Ryder's P.O.V
After shouting at us a little bit more Mr. Willis escorted us all back to his office. We were lined up in front of his desk as he sat down in his large office chair that he spun around menacingly.
"Well, well, well," He said interlocking his fingers reminding me of a villain in a film I'd watched a while back. "The 2 hunts, a Kent, a Sullivan and a Marshall." He drawled on looking at each of us as he said out last names.
"Get to the point," I mumbled under my breath having been in this position many times before.
"Silence!" Mr. Willis spat, glowering in my direction for a split second. "One more word out of any of you, and I will give you detention for the rest of your life."
"Can you even do that?" Adam asked as somewhat of a joke, earning him a long hard glare, the kind that made you feel as though he could see right through your soul.
"I want all five of you back in my office at the end of school. Do not expect to get off lightly. Now go to your classes. Dismissed." With his overdramatic speech finally and he spun back around in his chair as we all filed out. Each of us was doing our best to hold in our laughs which, once we were out of the stuffy office, exploded out of us; the laughs filled the empty halls, echoing off the walls.
"Well, that was the most tedious five minutes of my life." Raven moaned cracking her knuckles absent-mindedly as we all wandered down the halls. Theo and Adam were ahead of us, Theo's arm was slung over Adam's shoulder. It was clear the two of them were deep in conversation, so I fell back to walk with the others.
"Um, Ryder, what class have you got now?" Jace asked, waving to Raven as she turned into her history classroom.
"I have, advanced bio, why?" I responded walking backward to face him. Jace opened his mouth to answer when I stumbled over my own feet almost landing on the floor.
"I saw that Hunt," Jace laughed.
"It takes great skill to trip on something that isn't even there. You're just jealous that you do not possess this ability." I said returning to face forwards, falling into step beside Jace. "Back to classes. Why'd you as which one I'm in?"
"I'm in advanced science too," Jace explained and I almost tripped over again at his words.
"You in advanced science, since when?" I asked.
"Since my mom made me work my ass off last semester. How did you not notice my ability to recite the periodic table in my sleep." He explained as we turned into our classroom.
"You're late." Mrs. Petal hissed as we made a grand entrance into the room which consisted of me busting the door open with my boots and Me and Jace pretending to be ninjas.
"Really, I hadn't notice," Jace whispered in my ear as she handed us our books and we wandered to the back of the class. I made my way up to two students and gestured for them to move. I didn't often use my social status to my advantage, but when you run with a gang of kids that parents warn the children you get a certain power over others. Once sat down I propped my book up on the desk and played Candy Crush; I couldn't care less about cell division.
The bell couldn't have come soon enough, and from the moment it sounded I was on my feet. "Mr. Hunt, The bell does not dismiss you I do." Mrs. Petal said sternly.
"Then what the fuck is the bell for?" I snapped back slamming my book down on the table causing the whole class to turn and stare. Mrs. Petal flinched away in fright but did not reply, and dismissed us anyway.
"You made a good point about the bell you know." Jace smiled as we wandered down the halls, invisible as usual, shoved back and forth in the flow of bodies. Finally, we made it to the Computer room and took our seats, as Mr. Spanner began his lecture on the uses of spreadsheets. I took my recently found headphones out of my pocket and plugged them into the correct socket with one hand while with the other I logged on and opened up Youtube. I gazed lazily out of the window in front of me looking for something to occupy my attention. With nothing exciting taking place outside I got bored of this relatively quickly and soon enough I was drumming along to a Foo Fighters song I had playing through my headphones. Lost in my air drumming I was brought back to reality by a sharp kick from Jace.
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