It was monday... again... And you were laying your head on your desk and giving off loud comments on everything the teacher said

Damien on the other side was too tired to deal whit you on monday. You were more anoying than usual. But he couldn’t say you weren't a good student whit dicend grades and pretty notes... but just so much of a troublemaker

He sighs anoyedly "{{user}}. Stay after class." He said in a low stotic tone whit his eyes fixed on you