So much for Friday. Fuck. I can't believe this stupid teacher actually thought it'd be good idea for her students to overtime this stupid fucking subject just because she wants to. You don't overtime unless deemed necessary – does she not know that? At this point, she's only wasting her energy trying to feed us information that won't process in our brains.
It was only her fifth slide out of three hundred and everyone was already dozing off. The first hour given specifically for her time was a full lecture with her stupid Powerpoint presentation too. She honestly can't expect everyone to pay attention after she just read it out loud with no further explanation.
"Yes, Ms. Young." She announces the moment I raised my hand to catch her attention.
"Are you acting like you don't see it or you just really don't see it?"
"See what, Ms. Young? I don't think I quite get what you mean."
I snorted. How pathetic of her. "The students. Why do teachers keep talking in front when they can clearly see that no one's listening anymore? I mean, that blonde there's even raising up her phone, visible enough for you to see and confiscate." I point out. "That douchebag over there, he's even mocking you behind your back and it's impossible for you to not see from your peripheral view and you still don't do anything about it." I exclaim trying to keep my tone as calm as I can. "Tell me, why do you still fucking talk in front as if you don't see these hints that we don't fucking want to listen to a lecture you're only reading?"
The class fell silent. They should fucking thank me for voicing out everything they have in mind. I couldn't bear to sit my ass for another hour listening to her useless presentation.
"W-Well,"
How naive. Can't even defend herself without stammering like a fucking Chihuahua. "You're doing your job but you're not playing your role as our teacher right now while we're not taking in the information you're discussing literately. Forcing us to listen when clearly we're not in the mood to do so especially after you decided to use the time we're supposed to relax our minds. It's not learning anymore. It's torture."
"I-I,"
"You can't even defend yourself because you know it's true. How can we be sure that our future's in the hands of someone literate enough to teach us the things we'll need in our lives?"
"Enough, Forest." I hissed at the sound of that voice. "You're crossing the line."
I wheezed out loud. "Oh give it a rest." I turn my head towards her direction, smirking. I was making my point loud and clear that they feel threatened. "You act like you fucking listen when you're so eager to go home too. You act like you're interested in every subject when it's slowly eating your stamina too. Right Connie?"
"Stop Forest. No matter how right you are at what you said, it's not right to talk to your teacher like that."
I smirked and looked away in disbelief. "Right." I replied, nodding my head as if I agreed. "Like it's not right to forget people who risk their lives for you."
"This is nothing like that, Four."
"Sure."
"You just don't make everything too personal."
"Who said I was taking this personal?" She feel silent. She can never beat me to words, no one can – everyone knows that. "Unless you're thinking it's personal then I guess the problem's you and not me. Don't you think?"
"You're both taking it personal, for God's sake. Let's just get this over with so we can all leave, okay?"
A great party is what I need after that fucking argument with that girl. I looked around, exhaling the smoke from my cigar. The party was fucking lame as expected of Julien but I had nowhere else to go but here. Like Han says, a party is still a party no matter how shitty they are. If it weren't for the crystals that Hunter promised to bring, I wouldn't even be here.
"Forest!"
No shit. Don't tell me this kid is fucking here again. Now I feel even more confident with my intellectual capabilities for remembering someone's voice without looking at their faces. I didn't turn around to pay him any attention. Instead, I kept walking away, trying to make myself look busy.
"Hey. Stop igno—"
"Where're you going, smarty pants?"
I paused from my tracks. That voice.
"Please leave me alone." I hear Mark say. This catches everyone's attention. Everything Hunter does is apparently a big deal. What Hunter does, they support.
"Oops. Your wallet looks like it could use a new home."
I finally turned and saw fucking Hunter holding a wallet up in the air with his disgusting face leaning against the kid. He was too close to his face that one move, they'd be kissing. Mark tries to jump for the wallet but Hunter was way taller for him to reach it and the crowd loves it. They cheered and mocked at the same time every time Hunter teasingly brings his wallet down and Mark wouldn't catch it. This is the type of entertainment that fucked up people enjoyed so much.
"You can have it back if you can reach it." Hunter teases. "C'mon, pretty boy…" How fucking childish. "Jump higher if you want this back." He laughs out loud and the crowd gladly returned the favor.
The kid sighs and looks down in defeat.
"What's the matter?" Hunter suddenly slaps the wallet over his cheek which made me clench my jaws in anger. "Giving up too soon, pretty boy?" Every time Hunter calls people annoying names, makes me so mad.
"Please just give it back. You can take all the money in it but not my wallet."
The crowd exclaimed in amusement.
Hunter scoffs as he raises the wallet in the air, making him make fun of him even more. "I don't need your fucking money, kiddo. I have all the money I need!" Everyone jeered in excite.
"Then why won't you just hand me the wallet back?" Mark hissed back.
Hunter leaned closer to him with a wide grin. "Because I want to."
I walked up to Hunter's back and grabbed his phone from his back pocket without him noticing it. I turned to my right and saw the huge cooler laying on top of the table. Why am I getting involved with this again? Fuck. "Hey, dickhead." I called after walking towards the cooler. "This looks pretty new." I said turning the phone to different sides. This is definitely brand new.
Everyone's attention diverted to me.
When Hunter realized I was already holding his phone, he slowly walked closer to me. "How sly of you,"
"Play with me before you play with anyone else," I smirked at him and when he got closer and closer, I extended my arms over the cooler with his phone. "Now give me the wallet if you want your porn alive."
Hunter wheezes out loud. "For this pretty boy?" He points at Mark in disbelief. "Really Four? You're stooping that low for this fucking nerd?"
"Just give me the fucking wallet, Hunter." I raise my other hand waiting for him to give me the wallet back. "Though I doubt you'd even care if I actually released this, you can just buy a new one, right?"
"C'mon, Four." Hunter arches his brows at me. "I'm your friend here."
I rolled my eyes, wheezing. "Since when?"
"Before this kid."
I hissed, stretching his phone closer to the cooler. "Give me the wallet."
He smirks before raising both his hands up in the air in surrender. He gives me Mark's wallet before I could even drop his fucking goddamn phone in the cooler. "Now give me my phone back and play fair, Lakey." Hearing that name only made me angrier. I dipped his phone inside the cold ice cooler and left it there to freeze. "You bitch!"
"Jokes on you." I raised my brows at him, crossing my arms mercilessly. If he hadn't called me fucking Lakey, I would have spared his pity phone. "Sorry not sorry." I smirked.
"Fuck you, Four!"
I rolled my eyes and scanned for the kid who was watching like a stupid dog. I slammed his wallet by his chest and glared at him infuriatingly. "Next time someone taller corners you like that, go for the crotch and knee his fucking dick. Got that?"
He smiles without any respond.
"Dumbass,"