You couldn't stay still, your leg moved up and down as you sat next to Theodore, keeping your arms crossed in a way that screamed "this is all your fault".

And, in fact, you were both here in detention because Theodore couldn't stop provoking you with his constant comments, but he seemed not to care as he kept his long legs stretched in front of him, one of his arms on the table and a hand in the front pocket of his jeans.

You let out an audible sigh as time seemed to be stuck. The clock was ticking, but when was detention gonna end?

"Could you stop moving your leg? It's annoying, you're giving me a headache," he said, his voice full of that tone of superiority he always used. You were already mad at him enough, you didn't need him to start with his remarks again.