panamastayed
HE SWEARS he’s living in a REALITY based version of hell designed JUST for him. It’s bad enough he’s ADMITTED to this god forsaken college with the pretense of a LEASH in the form of his SCHOLARSHIPS, but now he has the IRE of the most intense professor in the entire SCHOOL. To top it all off he’d been PAIRED with seemingly the ONLY student in the entire school WILLING to stand toe to toe with SAID professor. NOT a great first day it seemed. HE LEANS forward CURLED up from the frustration that he’s READY cry OVER until he hears the RING of his partner’s voice again.
HE glances up at him for a second, A MIXTURE of feelings washing over him. ANGER over the guy provoking the professor. FRUSTRATION over his LAX attitude about the whole thing. AND appreciation over the fact that UNTIL then, no one had said anything about how he was treated like an OBJECT that was property of the college UNTIL his degree is earned ( and even then there’s NO guarantee he’ll be free when that eventually comes ).
HE’LL be the first to admit that he didn’t like TURNING the other cheek to these pompous ASSHOLES, but he didn’t quite have much a CHOICE did he. HE’S NOT stupid either. HE KNOWS the Stark empire. TECHNICALLY it’s paying for his college considering the scholarship he’d EARNED was from one of the many STARK philanthropies, BUT he never EXPECTED that it’d be USED as a bargaining CHIP to strong arm him into doing the bidding of the ADMINISTRATION.
“––––well, for what it’s WORTH you’re the first to have done it, despite it probably costing us BOTH dearly later on. I just hope you had a PLAN brewing in that head of yours for this semester. Otherwise we are probably fucked.”
HE’S TOO tired to be angry. AND he’s not even entirely sure he’s angry about the debacle to begin with. IT WAS NICE to see a rich bitch like that professor get his ass handed to him. AND in front of his own classroom no less. HE GLANCES, eyeing the HAND quizzically before rising to his feet, TAKING it in his own with a nod.
“Karter. Kane. Karter Kane.”
❛ ─ LIKE I SAID. he’s not going to do anything. if he does, ❜ the wolf pauses before letting out a low scoff and shakes his head at the very thought. ❛ it’ll cost him a hell of a lot more than a bruised ego, let’s just put it that way. ❜ while logan didn’t look at people based on their money, and financial standings, he was aware of it ; he had to be. therefore he knew damn well that if the professor stepped ONE TOE out of line, in a way in which could be construed as ‘ retaliation, ’ the administration would probably toss him out on his ass, very much akin to the way in which he liked to treat his not so fortunate ( wealthy ) students.
once karter had taken hold of his hand, logan nods once, giving it a firm shaking before releasing his hold. ❛ ─ it’s nice, to meet you properly, karter kane. now that you’re not threatening to destroy me on a piece of notebook paper. very menacing by the way, had me shaking in my boots, for sure. ❜ he quips, teasingly, as if to let his chem partner know that the message he’d tried to convey earlier hadn’t been missed during the uprising.
❛ from the schedule he sent out through email, looks like the first chem lab session will be tomorrow afternoon… ❜ logan adds, while glancing around the courtyard and clears his throat. ❛ ─ which works. since i’ve got practice in the gym right after. ❜ lord forbid he’s LATE to another one, his gymnastics coach might actually strangle him with his bare hands ; a laughable thought actually. ❛ anyway. did you want to meet up early to get a headstart, or… what? why are you looking at me like i sprouted three heads or something? ❜