Adam Gontier As A Teacher

My Sexy Art

After those skanks finally left me alone, I logged on to the computer and opened Microsoft Paint. "You're gonna get it (Vice principal's name) you bitch!" I huffed under my breath as I drew a picture of her and Adam hanging off a tree together while I'm hitting them with a baseball bat, but then soon, I notice Adam standing behind me. "Um... You mind not creeping up behind me?"
"Do you not remember the conversation we had?"
"What conversation?"
"The conversation we had outside in the hallway."
"When did we do that?"
"5 minutes ago!"
"Nope, I don't recall. Sorry."
"That's it! Let's go!"
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
"You're not throwing me into a white van. Are you?"
"No."
"Then where are we going?"
"The office, smart one!"
"What's that?"
"Just come!"
"Why should I?"
"Because if you don't, I'm going to grab you by the shirt collar and drag you there myself!"
"Oh noooooooooo! I'm SO scared! Look everyone. It's Mr Tough Guy." I huffed as Adam grabs me by my shirt collar and drags me to the office. "Don't be offended when I draw a picture of me throwing you and (Vice principal's name) in a lake full of crocodiles."
"Do it and I'm requesting to meet your parents."
"My parents don't think any more of you than I do, so good luck with that."
"Whatever." He huffed. Soon, my vice principal arrives. "Hello Mr Gontier. What brings you in here today?" She asked. "Mr Gontier? Really bitch?" I blurted out. "Yeah? What's wrong with that?"
"'What's wrong with that'? Are you serious?"
"Yes. Exactly what I said."
"Please die."
"Excuse me?!"
"Exactly what I said." I repeated. "See? This is another thing I am just about fed up with."
"What?"
"Your attitude."
"What's wrong with it?"
"What do you mean 'what's wrong with it'? You just called me a bitch and told me to die all because I asked a question."
"That's not attitude. It's the truth."
"That's it!" She yelled as she stormed to the phone and called my parents. "Hello?" My mom sighed. "Listen. I am getting really sick of your kid always wandering around the hall instead of going to class and giving me attitude, so if you don't start doing a better job at raising it, I'm gonna have to do it myself!"
"Um... Excuse me! I am not an 'it'!" I called out. "Whatever."
"That's great, but you wanna know what I'm sick of? You calling me a million times a day while I'm trying to work and giving me attitude over my kids choosing to ruin THEIR lives by not going to their classes! They're not 2, so it is no longer my job to hover over them like they are, therefore THEIR decisions are no longer my problem. Now stop calling me before I block your number!" She argued as she hung up. "And you, get back to class! I don't even want to see you!"
"Fine you bitch!" I huffed as I stormed back to the classroom.