The Love Triangle

Love Triangle: Chapter Three

           The Toothless Smile

I felt a hand slam down with great force on my right shoulder. I cringed at the thought of me in trouble. Come to think of it, I probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights or a chicken being taken to a slaughter.

"Who are you and what do you want in my class?", a man with a deep voice asked me. 

I quivered and trembled in fear at the thought of what he looked like. If his voice could make a grown man want to go to the bathroom, I could just imagine his face.

He was probably the reason that the dinosaurs had gone extinct. They probably took one look at him, heard his deep growl and died of heart attacks. I'm sure he must be at least 7 feet tall, have tons of facial hair and have muscles each the size of a fully - grown watermelon. I finally turned around and to my surprise... he was the complete opposite of what I'd envisioned.

The man that stood in front of me was a short, burly(fat) and clean-shaven man, who looked like a pig with his pink skin, probably caused by constant sun burn. I burst out into  laughter, wiping away the few tears that were beginning to form in my eyes it was way too funny!

"Immediate detention, young man!", the teacher shouted.

I burst into more laughter when I compared his unbelievably deep voice to his tiny doll body. I was taken away by the school body guards(extra fancy), because I couldn't get up to walk to the principals office. I was rolling on the floor unable to contain  my laughter, like some kind of deranged lunatic. By the time I stopped my horrific cackling and laughing (with the occasional choke), I found myself waiting in front of the headmaster's office.

What have I gotten myself into?

Was this day not meant to go as I'd planned it? My moping session was interrupted when the school secretary tapped me on the shoulder.

"The principal will see you now.", she said with an expression-less face.

The stern-looking secretary was pretty all dressed up in a tight blouse which revealed her cleavage along with a tight skirt that squeezed her butt perfectly. She took me by the hand when she realised I was staring at her... orifices. She lead me into the principals office herself. And might I say that she looked like a raging gorilla with all that anger surging vividly in her eyes.

"Jakedia Quilt Daven, you have been here for only half an hour and already you have drawn and stirred up so much unnecessary and unwanted attention to yourself!", the principal spat at me through his toothless mouth.

I ducked the dreaded drops of grandpa spit and attempted to explain."Sir, I hadn't meant to cause any trouble. I Honestly hadn't."

"Uh, uh. Save it for someone who gives a witch's tooth about it!"

When he said that I honestly wished someone did hand him a witch's tooth, indeed. Just so that he could cover the gaping cave he called his mouth. After a whole thirty minutes in Principal Willoughby's office, I left with a warning letter and a lot of unwanted spit on my face. Principal Willoughby just couldn't stop talking. Our conversation went from  talking about my suspension, to talking about his so - called "golden days" when he could still speak without spitting and catch the attention of any woman just by waving his hair.

It seemed quite far-fetched, considering that Mr. Willoughby looked nothing like his former self. He spoke of himself as a dashing, brave and charming young lad - physically built and possessing a mouth filled with all 32 of his teeth!
Now, Mr. Willoughby looked like a sack of potatoes - rough skin, dusty and completely lacking a number if things(if you know what I mean).so sad now that I come to think about it. We are all to someday lose our glorious youth and the beauty it possesses.

I cringed at the thought of me, one day turning out  the same way Mr willoughby turned out. Completely toothless, lonely and lacking hearing.

Anyway, I left the headmaster's office and was escorted by the lovely secretary to my class. There were no open spaces, apart from Chad's desk. Why?

Why was it that Chad had to be alone in each and every class?

CREEPY!

I got over myself and gained the strength to go and sit next to him.
As I was about to sit, I was stopped yet again. What was it with all the interruptions today?

"And who might you be, young lad?"

"Jake."

The regal, pompous figure eyes me all over. "Is that all you have to say for yourself? Why is it so hard to find intelligent young minds these days?"

Wait...hold up! Did he just say I wasn't intelligent? Time to show him whose boss!

I cleared my throat and began speaking in the most posh English I had.

"I understand not what you speak of, my dear Sir. Would you do me the grandest favour in trying to explain to me what you are trying to convey to me...in a more vivid way so that my attention doesn't get drawn away by meaningless entities?"

I couldn't help but give "My. Regal" a slight smirk as he stood there starstruck and in awe, his jaw dropped to the floor, like the blundering idiot he truly was.

I sat there smiling a devious smile thinking to myself: Who's not intelligent now?

He came back to his senses a few seconds later, realising that a 16 year old teen just embarrassed him the way I just did.

"Welcome to our class. What did you say your name was, again?"

I cleared my throat once again and prepared myself to speak.

"The name's Daven. Jake Daven."

I spoke in my James Bond voice while Mr Regal gave me the same playful smirk I'd given him earlier.

Maybe school wouldn't turn out so bad after all...

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