(pov hérèse )
The door opened, giving way to our "discussion".
Silence filled the room and everyone readjusted in their seats, occasionally letting out some artificial cough.
I can say that it was very, very irritating. Our eyes wouldn't leave each other, I still couldn't move, but Alex, for his part, seemed amused and was even laughing while staring into my eyes as he walked backwards towards his seat.
"We'll meet again," he murmured.
PA! PA! PA!
But the professor called for silence
"Everyone return to your seats," he declared.
I turned around but once again I was knocked over by a shoulder.
He walked past me with a smug smile and headed off to clean the painting, taking great care to ensure that the dust didn't touch me.
This is going to be interesting.
Laughing, that irritating voice in the back of my head
I would be the point, jaw clenched on the verge of exploding, I didn't even realize that my eyebrows were already touching.
I prefer you this way, being Pacific isn't really your style, haha~
Like the others, I went back to my seat; seeing that one again annoys me, but today it seemed like everyone had conspired against me.
–..... Tss
Our classes had been going well for a while…
The class still irritated me, yes, but the strangest thing was this teacher, I had just noticed him but it seemed like he was staring at me.
He stares at me so much that it becomes awkward, it's really weird.
Maybe he's not looking at me?
I turned around and inspected my rear.
Nothing.
At this point even my anger had given way to confusion, and unsurprisingly even after 3 to 5 checks and glances this professor was indeed looking at me.
"YOU," he said nonchalantly but with an angry tone.
Following this, he rummaged in his bag and pulled out a stack of papers, which he dropped onto his desk.
BAF!
Damn haha,
my inner thought murmured.
– (You're starting to annoy me too)
I had nothing to do with it, you clown.
– (Don't talk to me in that tone and stop talking in my head)
I was thinking so hard that I gnashed my teeth.
Did I force you to listen to me, and then you were the one who brought me back, so you should speak to me with respect?
Is that clear, you little prick?
- ( And-
– HEY!
the teacher yelled
I jumped in surprise, abruptly torn from my thoughts, I was lost for a moment.
I turn my head in all directions, my gaze pales.
- Yes yes,
I murmured like that, without really knowing why.
They were all staring at me again, I glared at them all before heading back to the teachers.
He had moved forward in his seat, his arm resting on the table, and approached me condescendingly and threw a piece of chalk right in my face.
Seriously?
For a simple English teacher nearing retirement, I think he's doing a bit too much.
And yet the class burst out laughing and even Alex dared to add a rather interesting game.
– you're still asleep
– he sleeps standing up
– he's already dreaming
– as usual, head on the bench
Hooo~, you make me so ashamed, how could I tell others that you created me? I can't believe it's you.
complained that intrusive voice in my head
– (that's not likely)
But the laughter became even more intense, and the loudest was obviously that of our very dear Alex; he never missed an opportunity.
I picked up the chalk that had fallen back onto my desk and waved it at the teacher, but strangely he was angry, I don't know why.
(Sarcasm)
"This child," he exclaimed.
He told me with such pain that it looked like I had stabbed him or something.
"Go to the board," he ordered me.
– You can feel our concentration, so come and help us
And that's how I ended up at the board, well the questions were quite easy, thank goodness for the mandatory school hours my mother makes me endure.
I took the initiative and started the lesson, everything was going well but there was something that annoyed me more and more because even if he used my answers, even if they were good, he did everything to make them seem like incomplete and incompetent sentences.
Does he know how I busted my ass to find all this out?
He kept making me out to be a weak child who was doing his best, a child.
That's what education is, an old Cenius who has pride over children.
But he always blocked me at the board; the more I did, the more he minimized it.
It annoyed me so much that I didn't realize it.
I made a really stupid mistake.
You missed it…
– oh…
That was enough for him; it was truly the opportunity he had been waiting for.
– stays more focused in class
– What is this beginner's mistake?
– I thought you'd covered the basics before coming here, huh?
And even that idiot who hadn't noticed it dared to throw a dig at me.
– it's so easy
– go back to primary school
Laughter followed immediately, and Jack began to look at me with anxious eyes.
I think he regrets your agreement, my little one, hee hee.
My hand was trembling slightly.
The teacher watched without saying anything.
My heart started beating much faster.
His eyes began to shine with a brilliant gold, he slowly raised his head with a relaxed expression and stared straight into Alex's eyes, but the little idiot was indulging in his vanity, making his gallery laugh even louder.
BRINNNNGGG!
The end of this endless course.
The professor held hérèse , but the latter did not look at him and stared only at the door, the door through which everyone escaped, everyone was leaving including his prey and at that moment despite the oaths that the professor spit out, the heretic gave a slight smirk.
This old man was at his wit's end; he angrily dismissed hérèse , but the latter didn't even wait for his permission before he was already gone.
He went out.
He was so hot-headed that it looked like he was skipping as he walked.
The crowded, full and messy corridor did not stop him; he pushed his way through, infiltrating until he reached his objective.
He swept everything aside in his path.
Are you ?
As if nothing had happened, he is back among them.
Hérèse stopped right in the middle of the group; the conversation didn't even have time to slow down before it was cut off.
Hérèse just grabbed Alex, a solid hold.
BAM !
A sharp blow to the cleft he already had at his lips.
His head tilts to the side.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
No one counted it, but the blood already testified to the number of blows.
At first glance, the surroundings scattered in a shout; Luc was undoubtedly the fastest among them.
Hérèse eyes shone brighter than ever, her fist struck again, blood splattered her beautiful, calm, and lucid face.
He gave off nothing, he didn't seem to appreciate it, he was more like he was facing a mere foretaste of the dish he was saving for himself.