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“Vargas! Wake up!” the teacher ordered, slamming a fist on the desk of the auburn haired student. Jolting awake with an alarmed look, Lovino Vargas sat stiff and straight.

            “I… What…?” he muttered sleepily, confused but still startled. He heard whispers from behind him, but he ignored them. Realizing where he was, he groaned.

            “Just because you’ve read ahead in the book, does not mean you can sleep during class, Vargas! Now do your work!” Mr. Rodriguez barked out, returning to the front of the room. Lovino scowled and sighed.

            “I don’t read ahead! I grew up spe—hey! What are you doing?!” he cried, watching his name be written in the top right corner of the white board.

            “Detention, Vargas. This is your third time this week and it’s only Tuesday. I’ll see you in this classroom at 2:15.”

            “I can’t stay after!”

            “And why not, Mr. Vargas? Date with a pretty girl tonight?” Mr. Rodriguez mocked as the female population swooned at the idea of a date with the infamous Lovino Vargas. Said teen’s face went bright red and he ducked his head.

            “N-no… I… I already have a detention….” He muttered, hating how he could just hear the smirk in the teacher’s voice.

            “Ah… I’m not surprised at all. What’d you do this time? Stuff a poor freshman in a locker? Force a freshman to eat something vulgar? Vandalize the lockers and place the blame on a freshman?” he asked, cocking a bemused eyebrow. Lovino just sat back in his seat and crossed his arm, smirking back.

            “Oh, Mr. Rodriguez, you are so simple and uncreative. Where is your imagination? ¿Dónde está  tu  imaginación ? Not all detention worthy pranks involve freshmen. A freshman would be honoured to be involved. No, no. We can’t have that, can we? No, no freshman deserves that sort of honour! That sort of talk! If you must know, I’m in for PDA. Public. Displays. Of. Afecto.”

            Mr. Rodriguez opened his mouth but just as he was about to reply, the bell rang. Throwing his sheet of paper in the air, Lovino jumped up.

            “Fuck this shit,” he said as he slung his bag over his shoulder. He could hear the whispers behind him again. Noticing how it was the whispers of girls, he tuned in to what they were saying.

            

(Source: jadeharleyquinn)