You hate the catch in your voice but take comfort in the old adage "Be kind to your enemies. It'll drive them crazy." You glance at that overprivileged Vances for signs of irritation, and find instead self-satisfied expressions.
Dean Mean lets an uncomfortable silence fill the room. You look away, your eyes alighting on the pretentious photo of him with the university president, the governor, and other bigwig politicos. After an eternity, the dean points to an unpadded wooden chair. "Sit down, Guth."
You do.
You're about to open your mouth when the dean's next words pummel you. "You stroll in here forty minutes late after having the audacity to ask for a passing grade! You were caught red-handed turning in your classmate's work as your own." He gestures to your enemy, who smirks at you. "Guth, you've committed a grave violation of our academic code of conduct. What do you have to say for yourself?"
He's wrong! His unfair accusation unleashes a storm of indignation within you.