uwu- an ofc fic

III

Praying to Ross doesn't seem to be working.
Klingele keeps printing out more and more Cornell every week for new projects; whether it be for presentation notes, personal research, articles, or videos. It never ends.
It makes me wonder.

"Everyone get on your Chromebook and go to Google Classroom," Klingele instructed the class.
We all punch in our passwords and open a tab to google classroom. I click on Klingele's class and open the new assignment.
Learning and Memory Cornell notes, it reads.
"Oh, lovely!"
"Excuse me, Jane, but we don't use sarcasm in this class."
"Who is we?"
"Take a break, Jane. Or I'm calling your mother."
"Stop watching Pornhub, Brad, or I'm telling your wife."
The class oohs. Klingele goes red. He narrows his eyes at me, and I slowly waltz to the opposite side of the door. The moment before he can slam the door in my face, Freddie stands.
"She's right, man,"
"Excuse me, Mercury?"
"She's right. Also, stop ruining Bob Ross's paintings by printing off all of those god damn Cornell notes sheets, man,"
The class goes so silent that you could hear the slightest movement one made. You could hear a pin drop. You could even hear the slightest hitch in one's breath.
The class bursts into applause.
Freddie sarcastically curtsies as Klingele is dialing the mobile response team, basically the swat team of our middle school.
I'm still standing outside the door of Klingele's room. I meet eye contact with Freddie, and a smile tugs at my lips. When I can't resist it, he can't either. We both burst out laughing, and we laughed hard.