The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

03

This was going above my head.

The professor droned on and on about the category of websites. And basics of website creation.

I mean, didn't we cover this on like twelfth grade or something.

There was two category of website. A static one and a dynamic one.

The basic steps of creating a website is gathering, planning, design, assemble, codes...

God, I sound like such a nerd.

I see a wad of paper thrown in my desk, so I scowl and look back to see which one of the mother fudgers did this.

Is this supposed to be an alpha move?

It's a pussy move. I roll my eyes.

I straightened out the wad of the paper. It had a single sentence.

Wanna grab dinner tonight, at Sally's?

Okay what kind of bollocks was this?

I mean, I'd love to go on a date with a super smashing bloke.

But this is just not appealing.

Pussy.

I turn to see again which of the bastard asshole did that. But every single of the soul that sat in the blue chairs seemed as inscrutable as I did.

The class ends in fifteen minutes anyway.

I just have to sit through more fifteen minute of torture.

No antagonism but, the classes are much more fun when professor Binns isn't taking it.

I bet the lion's share didn't get that analogy.

Yeah well, it ain't fun when I have to explain an analogy so we leave it at that.

I scribble down the notes from the massive arsed black board on my notebook and doodle some characters on the corner to pass time and make it look cute.

When the ancient bell rings declaring the end if last period the professor quickly scribbles down the next assignment for the semester and dismisses the class with an equal bored tone as he spoke throughout the class.