Ashton (a Merome ff story)

[2] Mitch & Rob

"Mitchell Hughes," the teacher, Mrs. Lays, tapped her cane on my desk. I tried my best to not snort in front of her face.

"Yes, Mrs. Lays?" I asked, trying hard to be polite and not snap in front of her. Having insomnia was bad enough and with schoolwork and teacher problems piled up, life now spells 'sucks'.

"Answer this question since you're smart enough and blanked out," she moved her cane to the front of the visualisier, which displayed a question on algebra. I could feel the eyes of students on me, gnawing every piece of my brain. Although I was famous for my tricks, I was never a fan of interacting with strangers, let alone answering a question in front of everyone. Jeez Mrs. Lays. This is why I hated school and especially, Mrs Lays, who always called students upfront to answer ridiculous questions.

I mumbled a 'why would I want to?' and eventually, stood up at a turtle's pace. But before I could answer it, she stopped me.

"What did you say just now, Mitchell?" She asked, one eyebrow raised, and waved her cane in front of my face. I feel irritation boiling inside me.

"Yes, Mrs. Lays?" I answered, and she doesn't get it. Some of the students snickered.

"I asked 'What did you just said?'" She repeated.

"And I said 'Yes, Mrs. Lays'!" I said, annoyed.

"And by the way, the name's Mitch, not Mitchell," I hate it when people use my full name. Can't they just stick to the shorter one? Jeez.

"Look class, we've got a coward here who doesn't want to admit what he said under his breath!" She laughed, with no one joining in while pointing the cane at me. She must have realised that she was the most hated teacher, and adding up to me being famous around here, this didn't help in her side. I smirked.

"May I ask a question?" I mocked, but she doesn't sense it. She waited for my so called 'question'.

"Which end of the cane points the coward?"

And I was immediately sent to the principal's office, followed by the laughter of my classmates.

Mission accomplished.

***
"Again?" Rob raised his eyebrow. I nodded as I recalled the memory of making fun of my most-hated teacher.

"Damn. Luckily I have a brother like you," he grinned, his chocolate eyes flashing mischievously. His brown hair was swept to the side, but it was not long enough to cover his eyes. He wore a blue hoodie today, which I mocked that he looked like a smurf, but he just rolled his eyes since that was his favourite hoodie.

Rob and I are well-known for our 'disasters', and we know the students love them. I did it just for fun and to feel the thrill in my stomach as the careless-minded teachers fell for my trap. For the part on how I got famous... well rumours flew and soon, the whole school knows it.

"So what did you do today?" I asked, stirring my spaghetti around so that it looked like they were dumped onto my plate from the dumpsters. I cringed from the image and pushed my spaghetti away.

"I poured a bucket of water onto Ms Bucket!" He laughed. My heart rises in excitement as I leaned forward to hear the prank that he did.

"I just placed a water bucket on top of a half-opened door, and when she pushed the door open, the bucket landed on her upside down and she was all drenched! You should've seen her face when she lifted the bucket! Her freaking thick makeup was all smudged and her hair was hanging by her head, making her look like a clown!" He described as I formed that image in my mind. I wheezed in laughter.

"Now she is officially Ms Bucket! Good job mate!" I high-fived him, still smirking from the description that Rob made. Teaches the teachers a lesson on not to mess with us. I started to form a plan on another teacher as Rob finished his sandwich and started to attack my spaghetti.

"And by the way, I have someone to introduce to you," he said and swallowed the mouthful of spaghetti he just put in. "I met him in my class, and he came over and told us that he had a perfect plan to prank Mr Can, but he needed our help since he realised that we have the most tools to prank people."

I was curious. No one was that smart to think of a plan that we approved. Almost all of the students know us, but whenever they told us their prank, we rejected their ideas immediately.

"Who's that?" I asked. Rob finished my spaghetti.

"I'll bring you there. Mind staying here while I get myself a slice of chocolate cake?"

"You have one big appetite, my friend. Bigger than a dinasour's."