Ah I see. He starts his little tale of with the day he almost fought a teacher. I can recount this. Maybe.
It was actually a pretty nice day outside. Or well, about as nice as Canada can get. The teacher had the windows open, since for all Canadian regulars, today was dead hot. Though if you lived in say... Britain! My lovely home country! Yeah, if you were used to that, maybe it'd been freezing. But for us who'd been here for years? Not as much. The lesson was dragging and I probably looked like a saddo with no one but my bag by my side. As per usual, my attention had been caught by a variety of other things that my brain used as an excuse to not have to do work. Pretending to do work always had been easy for me. Look insanely busy and scribble down five words about 'how would the world be impacted if there was an imperfect balance of faction amounts' every five minutes and boom. Teacher thinks you're focused. Maybe you won't get work done, but you can relax. I could feel stares wearing into the back of my head however, and when I turned around, the girl behind me dropped her gaze back to her work, black hair draping and framing her face like a curtain, a few suppressed giggles visible only by her shaking shoulders and half shown smile. Cunt. In all fairness, I wasn't exactly a popular person in school. The opposite actually. I don't know what it was about me at the time, but everyone just hated me. But it's fine. I hated everyone too. Minus Seth of course. He was probably the only friend I had there. Scratch that, he WAS the only friend I had there. Fuck, that sounds even sadder now that it's written down. Makes me look dead pathetic. But in fairness, I was. Nowadays I would've grabbed that girl by the hair and then see who was laughing then. Alas, I didn't take the chance, instead going back to taking notes that I'd never look at ever again. Twenty minutes into the lesson (Not ten! What a bullshitter!), Satan spawn numero uno finally sauntered in. Typical. Of course he couldn't turn up just like any other student. Oh no, he had to make a show of it, coming on like he owned the place. That was pretty admirable, not going to lie. But still dumb. Everything he did was dumb. He took the empty seat next to me and switched off his MP3 as though it was the most casual and normal thing to do in History if Factions. But the teacher. Shit did the teacher have an ace reaction or what? It started of pretty tame actually.
"You're late," Blah Blah Blah. By now, all eyes were on my table, namely on Seth, a few darting back and forth between him and the teacher. The kids here eat, sleep, breathed and lapped up drama like it was nothing. Seeing a student reprimanded was probably the most interesting thing you'd get on a typical day. Now I thought that the response would be something like;
"I'm sorry for being late,"
Or;
"It won't happen again."
Alas. My poor self was mistaken. Instead, fireboy decided to answer back. His response was a simple two words, though it dripped with sarcasm. Ah, I see in his book he got their argument correct. He even added the bit where I was the most heroic friend ever!
It happened when Seth's fists slammed against the desk, making some people jump and knocking my pens to the floor. I knew him well enough to know what was going to happen next, so I instantaneously used a grasp on his shoulders to force him back into his seat. As for what I said when I did this? I wasn't as aggressive as it's been made out! On the contrary I was pretty nice.
"Seth just shut the fuck up and do your work. You haven't got THAT much to do. Kinda."
See, I was so nice! God and the look his sister got on her face when the teacher told Seth to have her help. I'd never seen such an onslaught of different emotions. Distraught? Disgust? Outrage? You name a negative feeling, she probably looked like she felt it. It was funny for me actually.
Okay I feel like I need to justify the paper balls because the way Seth's written, it seems like I did it for no reason so I sound like a dick. I did it because, what else are you meant to do when the teacher's gone? You fuck around of course. And Seth's little brother was a good target because I knew he was a good sport and wouldn't get pissed off. Continuing on!
I didn't expect it to get so major and honestly, I didn't even realise Seth had left with all the paper being tossed at my head and near enough giving me a paper cut in my eye. I suppose I should've been a better friend or whatever. But I honestly wasn't even in that fight for very long. It soon disbanded actually, and all that remained was a few panting of the less in shape electric members that had had problems keeping up with the 'game'. It was at this point that I looked up to the clock and all that went through my mind was 'oh fuck oh fuck'. It took me a few minutes to navigate my way around the room and find my demon buddy. When I finally located him, he had what looked like a fluffy ball of yellow at the front basically sitting on his-
Actually, let's keep this PG. Clear mind kids!
As a supportive friend, I probably should've rushed over to aid him and got the blonde kid off. Buuuuttt... it was really funny to look at. I stifled laughter and waited. My waiting paid off as the boy finally left and I slid into the seat next to Seth. I didn't just grab his book. God, he really wants me to be a prick, huh? No, I asked very kindly if I could borrow his notes to solidify my own answers, of which he agreed to. And another note, I was not at all concerned of being replaced as it's implied. I did NOT say "You're not gonna replace me, right," because I mean come on, I was perfect. No one would WANT to replace me.
