-- high school starter for @captaindiabxtes
a disgruntled expression remained on the brunet’s features as he continued to stare down the other male across from him, jaw clenched. he wasn’t necessarily angry at his peer, but rather their stupid english teacher, ms. hawthorne, who insisted on pairing everyone up instead of letting the students choose their own partners. she clearly was doing this to target eric, he was almost certain of this—some of the other students were placed with their close friends, who, obviously knowing each other personally, will most likely get a perfect scoring for the assignment. was he given this luxury? no, of course not. instead he was stuck with scott malkinson, who would probably lower their presentation grade because of his stupid lisp. gross.
eventually a loud scoff escaped him as he shifted slightly in his seat, arms moving to cross over his large chest. might as well get straight to the point with this one.
‘ Look, Scott. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do this right, got it? Obviously I have superior speaking skills above you and a charming personality to boot—and, lets face it. Your diabetes will just hinder your overall performance. So how about you write out the paper, and I’ll do all the hard work of presenting it? That way you won’t embarrass the both of us in front of the entire class. ‘