Tate
There are only three things that make me look forward to coming to school every day I wake up.
One, the fame and attention. Two, how I dominate on the court. Three, the pussies I get. Four… hold on, I said four. Well, fuck it. The fourth one is my Economics class.
I always look forward to sitting among other students, watching Mr Landry explain how these shits work.
And for a moment, I forgot that Mr Landry had already resigned. And that was why I felt so fucking disappointed and furious when I walked into class during the third period.
Seeing Redfuck standing there in front of the whole classroom made me so livid. And the fact that these girls, who don't even take Economics, crowded the class, giggling and fluttering their eyelashes at him, made it worse.
I felt so tempted to turn around and walk the fuck out. But if I did, my dickhead Dad would most definitely hear of it and punish me for it.
Redfuck seemed to have noticed my presence, because he glanced up from his book and turned to me.
"Tate, you're here." He said in that same deep, baritone voice that had twb girls squealing. "Go on, take a seat. Class is about to start."
I stood there on the doorway, glaring at the fucking bastard with unavowed hatred and contempt.
Inaudibly sighing in resignation, I walked into the class and sat down. Normally, these girls would be giving me their inviting glances, but they didn't even fucking notice me! Sluts! All their attention was on him!
You see, this is exactly what I was talking about.
Redfuck cleared his throat, then adjusted his glasses. "Hi, everyone. I'm Redford Belmont, and I'll be your new economics teacher starting from today."
"Welcome, Mr Belmont." The class chorused, giving him a round of applause.
I couldn't help but scoff and roll my eyes.
"You're so hot!" One girl shouted.
"I agree!" Another said, "So, so hot!"
"You're like Prince Charming."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Are you married?"
"Will you marry me?"
"Will you be my boyfriend?"
"God, you're so hot!"
I sat there in total silence, seething with rage, tapping my foot impatiently on the floor while these sluts shamelessly embarrassed themselves. I was even embarrassed for them.
Redfuck's head is certainly getting bigger from all these.
"That's enough, guys. Enough." The dickwad didn't need to shout. Everyone instantly went silent. "While I do appreciate the compliments, my personal life is no concern of any of you. Now, let's go back to the topic at hand."
All of a sudden, his eyes met my hateful, hateful eyes, and I could have sworn that there was a glee in his.
I glared harder, hard enough that my eyes started to sting, but I refused to be the first one to look away. Hell, never! He held my stare for a beat too long.
The class would have fucking noticed at our staring contest if they weren't all admiring his shitty looks.
Suddenly, the corner of his mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. More like he was tasting how much I hated him and liked the flavor. Almost like he knew exactly what I was thinking and found it amusing.
Fucking asshole.
He turned back to the board like nothing just happened, chalk scratching out the words "Opportunity Cost" in that annoyingly perfect handwriting of his.
"Okay, everyone. Today, we're diving into the concept of opportunity cost. Who can give me a quick definition?"
I wasn't surprised that almost the whole fucking class raised their hands. Everyone wanted to be fucking noticed by him.
Before he could make up his fucking mind on who to pick, I answered, "Opportunity cost is what you lose when you choose one thing over something else." I leaned back in my seat, enjoying the acknowledgement I got from the whole class as they turned their heads to me. Fucking finally! "Like… say you decide to waste everyone's time teaching a bunch of teenagers who'll never use this crap in real life. The opportunity cost is forty-five minutes of our lives we'll never get back. Plus your dignity, maybe."
Silence.
A couple of kids nervously shifted in their seats. Someone coughed. Another muttered "damn" their breath. The atmosphere in the classroom finally altered.
If anything, I expected the douchebag to look at least pissed off. I wanted him to be pissed off. I wanted a reaction. Any kind at all.
It was one thing to be disrespected. And it was a whole other to be disrespected in front of everyone.
But guess what? The fucking bastard didn't even crack an expression. Instead, there was this annoying twitch on the side of his lips again, almost as though he could read my fucking mind and tell what I was thinking.
"Well… that's… one way to look at it, I suppose." His voice was smooth and calm to the extent that everyone in the classroom was surprised by it as they exchanged glances. "Though I'd argue understanding trade-offs is actually one of the most useful mental models you'll ever learn. So, Tate, I recommend you stay silent and listen attentively. I assume you're a slow learner."
The last statement wasn't necessary. Totally unnecessary!
The sarcasm and condescension in his fucking voice made my blood shoot up. I'd never felt so humiliated in my life before. And what infuriated me more was the fact that I was the one trying to humiliate him, only to be humiliated by him!
"So, opportunity cost is…"
His voice trailed faded to the background as raging thoughts filled my mind.
I could feel my classmates' eyes on me as they whispered to each other.
As Redfuck spoke, he kept glancing over his shoulder at me over and over again, casual, like he was just checking who was paying attention to the bullshit that was coming out of his mouth.
He knew exactly where I was sitting.
Pissed off, I slouched lower in my chair, spread my legs wide, arms crossed so tight the sleeves of my letterman jacket bit into my biceps.
The move was deliberate. I wanted him to see I wasn't impressed. I wanted him to notice how little his little chalkboard performance meant to me.
He fucking noticed. His eyes flicked down. Quick, almost unreadable, then back up to my face.
That tiny twitch at his mouth happened… again!
This fucker liked it! He fucking liked that I was sitting there radiating pure loathing while everyone else was practically drooling over his stupid jawline and his stupid rolled-up sleeves and his stupid forearms that looked like they belonged in a goddamn cologne ad.
He likes that I fucking hated him.
And I hated that he fucking liked it.
I couldn't sit here any longer and act like I was going to pay attention to this fucker. It's best I drop this class.
So I did the only logical thing. I scrambled to my feet, deliberately constituting noise in the process. He turned fully now, eyebrows lifting in polite surprise.
"Yes, Mr. Parker?" The way he said my last name, like it tasted good in his mouth, made my stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with anger. Or maybe everything to do with it. "Is anything the matter?"
I rose to my feet, "You're a fucking horrible teacher, and your class is so fucking boring. It's nothing compared to Mr Landry's class, and I want to leave."
Gasps and a few "oohhhs" rippled across the whole classroom. All eyes were on me, but guess what? I gave no fuck! I might probably be making a fool out of myself again, but guess fucking what again? I gave no fuck!
The asshole took off his glasses and slowly started walking towards me, eyes piercing into mine like he could fucking read my thoughts.
"Well, I do understand how you feel about the change." He drawled, voice dripping with that sand venom that only I could have noticed. "Everyone goes through change, and we all react to it in different ways..."
"Don't fucking turn this into some fucking life lesson. I said I want to leave." I spat.
The class erupted with another round of gasps. The tension in the air felt tight. A few of the classmates looked as though they didn't want to be here. While others were interested and wanted to see how this was going to go down.
"Damn, Tate. What is wrong with today?" Someone muttered behind me.
Redfuck's expression didn't crack. Not even a fucking little. Imagine this guy. Imagine this fucking guy!
Is he even fucking human?
He halted just right in front of me, face utterly expressionless. And when he did, I couldn't help but feel his cologne that smelled of sweet lavender fill my nostrils.
Damn, he smelled so good!
"Well, I am sad to hear you say that." He said, but there was no hint of sadness or disappointment laced to his voice. "But how would you know how good I am if you won't even give me the chance to prove myself ?"
"I…"
"Sit down, Tate." He cut me off, voice surprisingly hard and threatening. I don't think I've ever heard his voice like that.
I hate it when he calls my name.
And I hated that his face was utterly impassive, and I had no fucking way of knowing if he was mad. At least if he fucking was, then that would be a win somehow.
"No!"
"Tate, I said… sit… down." For a second, I saw a flash in his eyes, but it disappeared almost immediately.
It could have been my imagination. I might be mistaken. But it was somewhat… unnerving.
I sat down.
"Good boy." He gave me a slight smirk of triumph before turning and walking away.
Good boy? Good boy??!!
My fist tightened under the desk. I shut my eyes, resisting the irresistible urge to shoot to my feet and give him the shove of his life.
This has to be the most fucking humiliating moment of my life.