the study of stuf

pronouns: buf/bufs/bufself

age: 30

when you need me

so then maybe you could understand

my head snaps up from the desk with a start. oh right, im in math class. and Professor looks pissed 👀

i straighten my uniform and reply, "yes, sir! sorry, sir" sheepishly.

Professor eyes me with cruel, dark intent.. as if he's planning something.

"oh you'll be sorry alright" he murmers, barely audible, under his breath and goes back to writing something on the chalkboard.

looking around the room i realise it's just me in the classroom. where did everyone go? i didn't hear a bell... my gaze drifts back to the board and i see Professor has written out "DETENTION" in big bold letters.

well that explains why im here, i suppose. did no one else get detention today?

before i can open my mouth to ask, Professor whirls around and locks eyes with me. blushing, i avert from his intense gaze to look down at my desk. a paper drifts onto the surface... "Multiplication Test."

fuck, he's giving me a pop quiz!

"thirty seconds" he barks and a timer starts.

thirty seconds?! surely he means minutes. i barely have time to write out my name and the date before the alarm chimes.