Many of the students took advantage of this opportunity to try and appeal to Damien. Being surrounded by countless students trying to impress him and gain some respect made the already angry boy feel like he is back home again, where everything is so boring, once again without even trying he established his dominance and position at the top of the food chain.
How boring, seriously how are they different from the snobby rich kids. Trying to sweet talk me thinking they could gain some benefits… how useless and boring, tch so damn disappointing. Damien thought to himself hoping those 10 minutes will come to an end as fast as possible.
Finally the bell rang, Damien who couldn’t hold his disappointment and anger any more sprinted out of his chair rushing to the front desk, finally its over man let me just give it to the teacher and than I'll have my sweet break to go out of this freaking hell of a classroom.
He sighed in relief, grabbing the papers scanning with his eyes back and forth the student list just to make sure no one made a mistake. Though it was more than obvious they were too scared to make a mistake, hence they checked the list themselves more than a hundred times before returning to their seats.
His smile of relief and relaxed facial expression disappeared all at once to be replaced by the tense facial muscles, eyes stained with piercing anger. The hand that held the list starts trembling due to the force he used to grip it, making the list lose its original shape.
He slammed forcefully his left free hand on the metallic surface of the table, creating that loud resonating thud. Lifting his head slowly to glare daggers of hate at his fellow terrified classmates he raised his raspy voice.
"Who the fuck is Mark Parker and way the fuck didn’t he sign the damn paper!!"
All eyes staring with fear at the only empty seat in the second row beneath the window. The class room was silent what fueled the dangerous atmosphere even more. One of the students shaking like a phone on a vibrate mode looking down at the floor scared for her life said in a quiet voice.
"He already went out the moment the bell rang"
Those quite words each one of them like daggers to Damien's ego made him snap: Beads of sweat staining his forehead and clench fists.
This brat, Mark Parker you better run as fast as you can cause I'm coming to murder your sorry ass the moment I fucking find the hole you are hiding at.
Let the hunt begin if I shall say.
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