WilkenDale Academy. {Boy×Boy}

▶ Chapter #5: The Jolly Monitor.

Chapter #5: The Jolly Monitor.

If you're happy and you know it clap your hands... if you're happy and you know it clap your hands...

One quick jab on the left, followed by two on the right, not as painful as a uppercut but sufficient enough to make a person irritable. "Yo! C'mon man, you've been knocked out majority of the day." Casey argues, leaning over Vadiks' depressive mood toward all that failed to involve or originate from gullible'ole Earl WilkenDale. It was preposterous to Casey how WilkenDale Academy consciously disregarded such behavior this long!

How was it possible for majority of the student body and staff to become so used to the ludicrously obsessive habits of a mentally disturbed Vadik-Petrov.

Groaning in discomfort to being awakened on the most uncomfortable position being seated at a desk possible, Vadik yawns catching a few side glances in several directions, giving a casual smile here and there until memory served him right into going deadpan. Still at the academy. Ah, fuck. Vadik stood abruptly, almost knocking Casey over. "Mm'bad....Casper?" Stretching stiff limbs, murmuring about a dry throat an another nap.

Casey balances himself, pinching his nose bridge with disappointment coating his words, "This ain't a daycare. I knew you weren't cut out for this." Both teens began existing the classroom. Casey reminiscing and walking beside his partner down the corridor. "Despite all of my objections, they just let you join anyway. Hell, Earl even rooted for you which F.Y.I if you failed to remember; is the one and only reason you're apart of this damn 'team'."

Vadik halts and yanking Casey by the collar, "Listen to me closely, Pasty, if I actually wanted too, with or without Earl's enthusiasm toward my participants on this little fucking 'team' I could've joined anytime I so desired. That being said;-" The young Russians jaw was set, remembering how body slamming your nerve wracking peers wasn't on par with the buddy-buddy association of tardiness. "Tell me about your objections once more, I'll be sure to express to you how a proper fucking disagreement works in my book."

Caseys' lip twisted upward and it would appear back to normal in a few seconds so that a fight wouldn't break out. Like clockwork both teens menacing aura cause any bypassers to take a different route before lift-able objects gets slung in random directions but luckily someone grabbed a teacher who began fidgety explaining the punishment if they were to repeat the outrageous behavior from sixth grade. "G-Gentlemen please," Sweat dripping onto his new tie. "We can't handle another incident like the Barbie doll one. Especially the janitor....he still gets nightmares." Said thier professor.

Vadik sighed. "Ahh, how's old Joe doin' these days?"

"--Still got that restraining order out on us?" Casey added, as an afterthought. "I tried apologizing but he just keeps running away terrified...."

"It wasn't that traumatic, fool." Vadik muses with a glint in his eyes toward his partner that was hard too miss. Before acknowledging thier superior once again. "Tell'em we miss him. Or better yet we can go visit him, hmm?"

A chill of ill intent coated the air at Vadik's terrible display of sincerity and the professor nearly lost what little composure he held. "You two are not to be within thirty feet of him unsupervised, ya'here?!" Said professor glancing over his shoulder for any sign of Co-principle. Sure the two kids were a bit of troublemakers but no amount of apologies would save them from Gordon's wrath of discipline. "Listen you two, I have a late enrollment that I have to get situated so please, restrain your wild tendencies until you've left the academy's premises, yeah?"