Bittersweet Symphony

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Don’t Say Lazy!

Dylan growled objectively. It was his first day being a junior and he already was having problems with his teacher. Not that the brown haired-blue eyed 15 year old had never had problems with teachers. Just not with English teachers. Dylan had come to school with his head held high with intent to make this year the best one so far, just to have his dreams crushed by his so called English teacher. Mr. Damian Du Vai, as he introduced himself, was turning quickly into the devil for Dylan. “No doodling, work only in pen, any artwork or Manga seen in class will be confiscated.” Dylan had serious problem with this. He was a natural artist and doodled on everything. He also LOVED manga and couldn’t go a whole class period without indulging himself with his days pick. As Dylan looked out the window next to him, barely listening to his drabbles, he thought about his best friend Abel. He can’t be in worse a class then me.

But, in fact, Abel was in an even bigger shit hole then Dylan. He had taken AP chemistry to be with his senior crush, Syani Narran, and even though he had achieved his goal, even sitting next to him, there was a catch. Stupid karma. As he was listing to Mr.Spaktzky’s lecture on what the year would be like, he had quickly realized that he was in way over his head. No wonder they seldom let juniors take this class. Abel probably would have seen this coming, if he hadn’t been spending his nights dreaming about what class would be like with Syani, and his fantasies about their study sessions turning into fuck sessions. The blond tugged his long hair at the thought of failing the class, and again at the thought of being pulled out halfway through the class and not being able to see Syani for the rest of the year. Apparently, Syani noticed Abel’s nervousness, for he nudged Abel’s side, leaning over to whisper in his ear “don’t worry. We’ll both make sure neither of us fails, and we can study together before every big test, so don’t worry, you’ll do fine!” Abel smiled, his hope rekindled “Right! Let’s do our best!”

“Mr. Daniels. Sleeping is not tolerated in my classroom.” Dylan glanced to his teacher. Mr. Du Vai was very young for an English teacher. He was only 25. He still had the fluffy black hair and bright green eyes of his youth, with the quickness in step and speech that most English teachers longed for. He was every college girls dream and currently Dylan’s worst nightmare. “sorry.” Dylan muttered, not even bothering to look at him. “After today sorry won’t cut it.” Dylan glared up towards Mr. Du Vai “whatever” Mr. Du Vai went back to the front quietly “ Also, I cannot stand laziness” Dylan growled in response I’m not lazy! You are just a bitch. Dylan was very pissed; he wanted this semester to end that second.