Unexpected Expectations

Chapter 3: Debating isn't an exact science.

I smacked my fist onto the professors desk, creating a shock-wave that felt like it spread all over my body (Or it could be me, shivering.) I clear my throat and spoke with a weak but firm voice

"Excuse me sir, but it's illegal to harm minors, keeping drugs on school property and threatening your own students." I said in a snobbish way just to spark a nerve.

He just glared at me, his eyes burn through my eyes. Burning away at my brain cells. He opened his mouth to speak, but his face dared to show any form of emotions, "Go.sit.down".

"No!", gasps vibrated across the mundane classroom. "I will not! this isn't right! I refuse to get taught by a sadistic sociopath that threatens to drug his students."

He stood up and inched closer and closer to me

"Go.sit.down" he repeated with more tenseness in his voice.

"I said no!", by this time, everyone was spilling out their own comments about him.

"She's right!" "I wanna stay drug-free man." "Preach!" "I swear, I'm calling my mom about this."

His hand pulled back and pushed me away. His hands, which pushed from my breast, were tense. I was shocked as much as anyone on the room. I covered my aching vvchest with my arms. 'This man is getting physical.'

I stared at him. "Physical abuse is also against Forrester County Public Schools code of conduct." I smirked, "You didn't say anything about not telling others about your abuse, all you said was not tell anyone about the drug component."

His expression was still the same get-away-from-me-like look. "This is how you'll treat your chemistry teacher?"

"This is how I treat sociopaths! What the heck is wrong with you? This is the first day and you're telling us that we're at risk of getting drugged? Who knows if you're going to fail a person with intentions to fulfill your sadistic mind with pleasure that you're harming a minor that's under your every whim and control. I will not stand for it, if you thought your class was going to be obedient, calm and wish-filling for you. I beg to differ. You haven't the will power to even present your points or reasons. Physically assaulting a 16 year old? you must be one of the weakest feeble minds since the dawn of evolution. Your logic makes no sense, your reasoning is combative and unreasonable and how Carthage hired you will be a bigger mystery than the Bermuda Triangle. But unlike you, the Bermuda triangle has been tracked, unlike your logical fallacy." I said with emotion and pride (especially the last part, can you say b-u-r-n?)

He stared at me, as if he hadn't heard a single word I'd blindingly said. He grabbed that hallucinogenic from his cupboard and said this. "I do not care about your 'emotions', pathetic. I've told you this class is a grueling class, I have no time for your complaints. Now, get on with the class."

I let it all out with no filter, "Did you not just hear what I said? and what class? what did we start with in the first place? What the heck is wrong with you?" (So much for first impressions.)

He gave me a stare, "I'll be calling your parents afterschool." He said to me.

I didn't care (shocker!). I would normally be begging the teacher for an apology, getting panic attacks and crying the weight of two Atlantic Oceans all together. But now, I have logic on my side, I have witnesses, I even have the hallucinogenic! This is all falling to my side and slipping of the professors sadistic brain.

Bell rang, and everyone in the classroom hurried out. I personally wanted to leave the first because I couldn't stand another millisecond next to him. But I had done the amazing job of preparing my stationary on my desk, so it took me quite a while.

I might be on the debate team, but I was thinking of debating my way of all his class. I will never ever in forever stay a minute in his satanic-like atmosphere in his class.