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~Chandler's P.O.V.~
I walk through the hollow hallways. During this time of the year no one ever seems to really care about coming to school. The only reason I came, is because my day would've been spent eating cookies and creme ice cream, and watching Grey's Anatomy on Netflix. I wish I wouldn't have came, though. Despite the cheery feeling of the holiday season, I'm feeling like Ebenezer Scrooge. I'm cold. I hate cold weather. I have hated it ever since I was little. Everyone says that I act like a big baby, but if the only knew how the cold weather feels to me they would agree with me.
I walk to my first class, that is taught by far the worst teacher in my entire school.
Mr. Dolan.
I hate his class. For one, it's hard as fuck to pass his tests. Two, he's always taking jabs at me for no apparent reason. Literally, I could be do absolutely nothing and he'll call my name and annoy the fuck out of me.
I get to class pretty late, but there isn't many people here. There aren't any people here, besides me. I sit in a desk all the way at the back of the classroom, and put my head down. I start to doze off, but something loud slams on a desk nearby. My head jolts up, to see the one and only Mr. G. Dolan.
"Head up in my class, Chandler." He says.
"Good morning to you to, G." I say.
"Haven't you learned not to call me that?" He asks.
"No matter how many write ups you give me, they're never gonna stop me from doing whatever I want to do." I say.
"You are my worst student. You know that?" He asks.
"Why because I don't take shiiiii-stuff from you? Maybe it's because I'm your only female student that isn't all weak in the knees over you." I say.
This is true. Mostly all of his female student, and some male students have a major crush on him. I never have. I mean, he's a good looking man, but I never fall into what everyone else likes. I've always been this way.
"That is not true." He says.
"Oh, come on. You know you enjoy your students drooling all over themselves for you." I say.
"I will not have this conversation with you." He says.
"Just admit it. You love it don't you?" I ask.
"I said I won't have this conversation with you." He says.
"Why? Because I'm right?" I ask.
"I can't wait for us to move to the next block." He says.
Just as the last word leaves his mouth, the intercom comes on. I hear the principal's voice blaring through the small box.
"Teachers and students, please pardon this interruption, but due to the lack of students in the school, we will stay in first block all day. Thank you."
The intercom turns off, and Mr. Dolan looks at me. I smile like a menace, and he just sighs.
"Looks like you're stuck with me ALL day long." I say, sarcastically.
"Fuck." I hear him whisper.
"Watch your profanity, Mr. D." I say.
"Don't you have something else to do?" He asks.
