"You really won't stop, would you?" I raised my eyebrows in amusement, looking at the student who was too close for comfort, standing in my space.

"Stop?! Why should I stop, when you're clearly the stupid one here!" She snapped her fingers irritatedly at my face, causing my anger to flare up. Such an insolent behaviour. "Do you want to see Professor Carloz, again?" I hissed, bringing up the detention teacher-in-charge's name.

"Of course you'll pull such a petty card on me, Professor Francis." Oh god, that... had an tingly effect. I did not like that feeling. "Didn't you used to be a lawyer? If not, why so bad at debating?" She taunted, causing me to grit my teeth. This brat...

"Brat, don't bring my past careers up-"

"Why not, Miss Famous-Lawyer?" This fella had the audacity to mock me.

"That was in the past. I'm a lecturer now. And I don't want to beef with immature kids like you." I waved her off.

"Why you little-" She protested, but all I did was to chuckle. "Aww, lost for words, little lamb?" I snickered. She was so irritating, I swear.

"Ugh, you're infuriating!" She pinched her nose bridge, something she'd always do when she's annoyed. I hated that I've been studying her so much. Why am I even beefing with a immature kid?

"That's right, scram. I still need to see your face for another 2 hours later, please quickly go to lunch now. The lesser I see your face, the lesser white hair I'll receive." I smiled innocently, causing the chic to fume and stormed out of the class.

She came back after lunch break, and entered my class, without even glancing at me, intertwining hands with her friend.

This little sh*t. Snap. I looked down at my broken pencil, with my tightly clenched fist around it. Again.

"Ahem, class, settle down. Lesson's starting." I cleared my throat, throwing the broken pencil into the dustbin beside me.