D-DAY
Ayyyy. You're finally learning from me!
You decide to be a rebel and remain standing. You lean against the wall and start to chat with your friends nearby to pass the time.
After a minute or so, the door opens and everyone directs their attention to the newcomer.
"Alright everyone. Thommo is sick, so I'll be babysitting for today."
The familiarity of the voice struck you like lightning, and you whipped your head to make sure you weren't imagining things. "Bryce?" you call out.
"That's Mr. Ford to you." He glances over at you and sighs, almost in frustration. "Jean-Luc, why aren't you sitting in your seat, young man?" he commented. You instinctively scoff at his formality, knowing that he's faking it so hard. Bryce doesn't seem pleased by your amusement. "You're getting clean-up detention after school. Now sit the hell down."
You hold up your hands in defeat, a shit-eating grin still plastered on your face.
You decide to be a rebel and remain standing. You lean against the wall and start to chat with your friends nearby to pass the time.
After a minute or so, the door opens and everyone directs their attention to the newcomer.
"Alright everyone. Thommo is sick, so I'll be babysitting for today."
The familiarity of the voice struck you like lightning, and you whipped your head to make sure you weren't imagining things. "Bryce?" you call out.
"That's Mr. Ford to you." He glances over at you and sighs, almost in frustration. "Jean-Luc, why aren't you sitting in your seat, young man?" he commented. You instinctively scoff at his formality, knowing that he's faking it so hard. Bryce doesn't seem pleased by your amusement. "You're getting clean-up detention after school. Now sit the hell down."
You hold up your hands in defeat, a shit-eating grin still plastered on your face.