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SEARING PIERCING gaze hot as the sun is directed at the other guy. HE HEARS the professor enter and bark out something ( HE HEARS the last name but it doesn’t really register he’s too busy being INFURIATED ) and after a second of GNAWING on his own LOWER lip and rubbing his temples he pauses before scribbling down a MESSAGE on a piece of his notebook paper before furrowing his brow.

‘YOU GIGANTIC ASS–––if I fail this quiz I will CASTRATE you.’

HE barely notices the shift in tone of the room, PEOPLE’S eyes wide and suddenly he’s SURROUNDED, his paper hidden from the guy’s EYES as a crowd seems to form around the guy who made him want to PUNCH a tree not moments ago.

“What the fuck––”

              AND THERE’S THE SWARM. everyone was asking about a million questions, none of which, he was even remotely interested in answering. therefore, he simply slouched in his seat, staring straight ahead ( all while plotting about fifty different ways to make the loud mouth professor’s life HELL ). only when the professor instructed that everyone go back to their seats, otherwise, they’d all receive ZEROS ; did he finally get the space to breathe. 

       his attention, however, was NO LONGER close to being focused on the stranger with the piss poor attitude. now all he wanted, was to take the quiz, so he could promptly leave. only to return again, much to the others pleasure, for the next one.  ❛  ─  god damn vultures…  ❜ he mutters, while propping his head against his knuckles.