The Hate Game

11 | Wesley

"You seem to be keeping yourself occupied, Wesley."

He looked up and saw the despicable man walking toward him. "Anything that makes time go by quicker," he said through clenched teeth.

Mr. Hamilton stopped right in front of Wesley's desk, looking down at him. Today he was wearing an ugly tie that was an ugly shade of red. It was the ugliest shade of red Wesley had ever seen. Did this guy purposely wear ugly things on purpose?

"Yes, I'm sure if you keep that attitude up, the next week will fly like a bumblebee in a hurricane."

A bumblebee in a... Wait a second. "A week??" Wesley demanded, feeling the urge to stand up and stomp his feet. "You said I just had lunch detention for today!"

Mr. Hamilton simply responded by giving Wesley a happy smile. "Like I said, Mr. Wesley. With that attitude, the next week will fly like a bumblebee in a hurricane." With that, he proceeded to walk down the empty aisles of desks. It seemed odd that Wesley was the only student who had lunch detention today. Then again, it was still the first day of school.

So why was he here?

Wesley fired nuclear missiles and photon torpedoes and laser cannons from his eyes at Mr. Hamilton's back. The old man was even whistling! (yes, whistling)

He definitely has it out for me, Wesley thought to himself, watching the teacher sit back down at his desk and open up his newspaper (yes, a newspaper). Wesley waited a few more minutes before Mr. Hamilton became engrossed in an article before going back to what he was doing previously. He unfolded the piece of paper in his hands and read it over again.

Wouldn't your life be so much easier without them?

There's only one thing left to do, then.

Want to play a game?

Somehow, reading the letter made Wesley feel calmer. He liked games. He was good at games. And judging by the letter, this would be a game he would be exceptionally good at. After all, he had a hatred inside him that was burning with fury.

The hour managed to pass by a lot less painlessly than Wesley had expected. Mr. Hamilton was busy shining his shoes (yes, shining his shoes) so Wesley slid out into the crowded hallway effortlessly.

See you later, old man.

"WESLEY!" a voice screeched from behind. He turned and saw his friend Jake. Wesley considered Jake one of his closest friends for two reasons: 1) he had a horrible memory and therefore could be used for evil, clever schemes of Wesley's and 2) he was gifted at all types of math so that came in handy for tests and homework. Also, Jake was a genuinely nice guy who didn't seem to be too concerned with the latest trends and popularity.

He also liked to scream.

"WEESSSLLLEEEYYYYYYYYYY!" he heard the scream again.

"I heard you the first time, Jake," Wesley replied, feeling a bit embarrassed as a group of girls giggled as they passed by.

"Dude, where were you? I thought we were going to go to the gas station across the street and get that stuff you said you needed." Jake was bouncing excitedly. Maybe he had a Red Bull for lunch, exactly what Wesley told him not to have.

Oh right. That. "Let's do that tomorrow," Wesley said. "I was busy."

"Doing...?"

"Let's just say I got detention."

"DETENTION????????"

"Jeez, Jake! Did you have to scream that?"

"Sorry."

Wesley sighed. "Anyway, I gotta go. But I'll meet you after school to go to the gas station like I said we would. I'm still down for my little scheme." He grinned with excitement.

"Where are you going now? You're always so busy, Wesley!"

"Yeah, well, busy is a blessing! Ciao!" With that, Wesley took off for the stairs, leaving his hyper friend behind. He walked down the halls and took a few turns until he reached the hall. His eyes searched frantically, his heartbeat quickening in anticipation.

Here it was.

Locker C-800.

He was in.

[author's note :D]

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