Mischa sat in the principals office — his arms crossed— Mischa ignored the man— rolling his eyes and huffing — little strands of his hair falling in his eyes as he leaned back in the chair

He huffed after he was scolded and he walked out of the room— slamming the door behind him and ignoring the yell before he pinned into someone — dropping his phone and exclaiming

” Бляха!— watch where you’re going “

He spoke harshly before he looked at who he bumped into in his fit of rage