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Clarity

2.

It was day four in the class of hell.
No, no it wasn't hell for me but hell for Mr. Styles.
I had done everything in my power to anger him and push his limits. Why? I don't know. There was something about the way he would press his lips into a tight line and sneer at me while his eyes darken. It was satisfying in a weird sick way. Yes over the course of the past three days he had yelled at me for my unexceptable behavior by the multitude but I still pressed on.
Day one had merely been me being making comments that weren't really nessicary instead of giving him the welcome he apprently deserved, and we all know how that ended. Day two had been me raising my hand and asking obnoxious irrelivant questions that caused him to give me death glares but he didn't speak a word against me except telling me to stop destracting the class.
Day three, which was yesterday, had been me and Carson making a frequency of animal noises from the back of the class and tossing rubber lizards and spiders at the girls who would instantly go whine to Mr. Styles about how upset they were in hopes of his sympathy. He hadn't yelled for that but did snap at us to cut it out, even though I had felt like his words were directed towards me.
Today had started off like all the other classes. I walked in with a playful smirk on my face before nodding at Mr. Styles who slightly raised his middle finger then I highfived Marcus as I walked down the isle and took my seat with a loud sigh.
"Day four of teacher torture." Carson comments as I rest my hands behind my head and glance to the side at him with a nod. The final bell then rang and Mr. Styles stood up before brushing his pants off and clearing his throat to get everyone's attention, "Is everyone accounted for?'' He asks and everyone nods as a few murmers passed through the room.
"Good." He states as he leans over and types a couple of phrases into his laptop then clicks on a few things before pushing it aside and standing up straight again. "Today we will be watching a movie about Audre Lourde a very influential woman in the world of poetry." He informs and everyone shares a few glances at the thought of the strange film he had chosen since it had nothing to with the current course we were learning, China to be exact.
"What does this have to do with anything?" One of the girls in the front asks and the classes gaze shifts to her. Mr. Styles laughed as he looked at her, "Nothing. You see erm...Carly, I have a habit of choosing random films for my class to watch to expand their knowledge of our world." He states and she nods before sitting back then I raise my hands and his smile fades.
"Yes Mr. Tomlinson?" He asks his tone blank.
"Do you provide popcorn and complementry tissues?''
I swear he looked ready to blow a gasket even though I was only kidding. That was the best thing about this guy, it was so easy to get him angry that it was comical. "No, but I do recomend you remain very very quiet." He warns and I shrug, "The word quiet isn't in my vocabulary." I counter and he runs his hands down his face. "If you don't write it in, I'll put some new words in there you won't want to learn." He snaps before turning to his laptop and twisting it around to face him.
"Was that a threat?" Carson mouths and I shrug once more.
The frustrated Professor then stands up striaght and walks over to the the projector screen which was rolled up above the black board and he pulled it down. "Carly can you turn the lights off?" He asks in which she reponds with a nod before getting up and walking across the remainder of the room and flicking the light switch off causing the room to become dark the moment I screamed purposely.
"My gosh Louis!' Carson shouts as he jumps in his seat along with the rest of the class as a sharp breath is exhaled and I said,
"I'm scared of the dark."
with the meekest tone I could muster with out laughing.
"Mr. Tomlinson you will stay after class." Mr. Styles then confirms and I couldn't help but feel a little knot of anticipation even though I had been in this situation many times before with other teachers. "If you can catch me." I say the moment a thick tension rises. The curly haired lad parted his lips to counter attack my statement but then he closes them and presses them together as he turned back to the computer once and wired it to the projector before pulling up the movie.
"Here it is." He says as the animations appear and the soundtrack fills the air. With in moments everyone is either captured with interest by the film or sleeping on their desk. During the whole movie I remained silent and drew on my hand with a pen as I occasionaly glanced around at my classmates who were in thier own worlds of constipated thoughts.
My eyes fell upon Mr. Styles once or twice but I didn't keep them trained there for long because the last thing I wanted him to know was that I was watching him. Every now and then he would glare at me for a brief moment with sharp dark eyes and then look back to the papers spread about on his desk.
This guy had some serious issues. I honestly have never met a teacher with a shorter temper. Maybe he wasn't getting paid enough for his commitment. Or maybe I was the cause?
I crossed my legs underneath my desk and squirmed around a bit as I tested out different positions trying to get comfortable. After moving around quite a few times I finally found a satisfying position where my head was laid upon my desk nestled in my arms. During the last fourty minutes of the movie I drifted in and out of a sleepy state before I saw the credits rolling and the blinding lights were turned back on.
"Alright everyone pack up! The bell is going to ring any minute." Mr. Styles informs as everyone stands up and gather their things while I stretch and yawn obnoxiously before standing up myself and opening my bag so I could throw in my pencil and notebook. "I hope everyone will remember to grab their homework off the table and actually do it tonight." Our teacher calls and a few people mutter something about this not being Primary school before the bell rang.
"Bye!" Everyone calls out to each other and Mr. Styles as the room quickly clears for everyone was probably eager to get home and eat dinner.
"Bye." I say rising from my seat swiftly only to have my shoulder grabbed by my Professor who had stormed over and to be shoved back down into my seat. "No fair!" I protested as I shrugged him off and placed a protective hand over my shoulder. "It is to fair and you know why?" He asks moving to the side so he was standing in front of my desk and gripping the sides.
"Even if I did I wouldn't care." I confirm as I leaned back in my seat to make more distance between us.
"You have done nothing but vandalize my first week here and push bounderies that your classmates respect. You don't seem to understand that my word is precise law in this classroom."
He then pokes my chest with his index finger,
"If you don't cut out your bull there will be consequences you will not enjoy."
And with that he pulled his finger away from my now throbbing chest because of how hard he had jabbed his finger into it, then moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue before walking back up to the front of the class with out another word. "I don't like to be disrespected Mr. Tomlinson." He infers as he pulls out his suitcase and pops the lid open before proceeding to place papers inside. "Most teachers don't." I mumbled in reply as I looked down at my desk.
"I want you to sit there silently now for the next ten minutes and think about your most recent classroom edicut." He orders and I open my mouth to give a sassy remark but then close my lips not wanting to be in here longer then nessicary. For ten long minutes I watched the bloody arse pack all his nessescities into his worn leather suitcase then he snapped it shut and moved it to the floor before pulling out klenex wipes from his desk draw and wiping off the surface.
"Two more minutes." He informs as I fight the urdge to groan. He then pulls off his tie and rolls it up into a ball before stuffing it in his pocket.
"One more minute." He says and I roll my eyes as I glance at the clock while watching him dispose of the wipes and pick up his suitcase.
"Get out." he then says and I let out a breath of relief as I stand up and grab my bag. "Klenex Mr. Styles?" I say and he cocks an eyebrow at me which causes my feet to lead me quickly out if the classroom and into the now empty hall.
Of course Carson and Shalene wouldn't wait for me because they had been itching to go home and get ready for our Thursday night party night, at the Wellinton Bar. I kept my head hung low as I walked down the empty halls, occasionally scuffing my feet across the floor. Once I was outside I immediately jogged across the half empty parking lot and over to my lone disgusting car.
After struggling with the door for a few minutes I managed to bust it open and climb inside only to be met by sweltering air and the smell of wet dog. "Oh joy." I muttered as I started the car and peeled out of the driveway with a squeal excited to get on with my night of fun.