ICHS: Project Future

E2; Part II

ICHS

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After Roman's outburst, I had thought of approaching him again later, but I decided to give him some space. If something was bothering the guy, he needed his own time to solve his problems.

I was jolted out of my thoughts by the teacher slamming his hand on my table.

"Jones. You're quieter than usual. " He said, peering down at me.

He was right. I wasn't the quiet type.

I smirked, my attitude coming up.

"And are you supposed to be concerned or relieved that I'm out of your hair for at least a few minutes?" I asked, making the others in class laugh.

The teacher frowned.

"You're right. I am supposed to be relieved. But I want you to focus on the lesson, pass your exams, so you'll have to leave this class by the end of the year."

I rolled my eyes at this.

Yep. You guessed right. Least favorite teacher.

" Yeah, okay. " I gave him false reassurance.

As expected, he turned back to the board, teaching.

I reached into my pocket and brought out my spitball straw.

Time to risk detention.

I popped a spitball into the straw, and waited until the teacher was fully facing the board. I put the straw into my mouth, aimed, and shot.

Bullseye. Right in the back of his head.

He groaned, and turned around, his gaze immediately meeting mine.

"Jones. " He seethed.

"Yes?" I answered, innocently.

Y'all know I'm not.

" I know that was you. " He said.

"Proof?" I simply asked. I had put the straw into my pocket before this.

"You-" He started, but was cut short by the voice coming from the speakers in our classroom.

"ICHS, get ready for our annual sports festival, starting next week!! In preparation for this, come out for selections!!"

Oh. ICHS sports festival. It was this time of the year. For one week, we all got separated into two teams, and had to compete against each other in various sports activities.

I hated it, but if it meant no classes for a week, I'm down.

"You got lucky this time, Jones. Get out of here, all of you. " He said to everyone, and we all left the class, joining other students from different classes.

Huh. The principal actually helped me for once.

We all gathered at the basketball court, as the games master came to address us all.

He was an angry idiot.

"So, it's the time of the year where you all compete over a stupid trophy, while I sit back and laugh. I'm exited. " He said sarcastically.

" Sad. " I yelled, just to tick him off.

"Shut up, Jones!! " He yelled back, making everyone else laugh.

"Loner. " I yelled back, and he groaned, giving up.

That's me for y'all.

"So, basketball players, stay here, Other players, get out of the court!!" He yelled, pointing away from the court.