Marikku growled quietly to himself, pencil idly tapping the paper he was supposed to be taking notes on while he stared across the room. Whoever came up with this idea of cramming a bunch of hormonal teens into a single room with just one person to monitor them was a complete and utter prick. Honestly, there were way better things he could do with his time.
He scribbled something without glancing down, mostly just to look busy while his attention was focused across the room. There was a new kid (or maybe he just hadn’t paid any attention before) a few rows over from him, with colorful hair and a couple of lip piercings, that just . . . irked him. He was too perfect. Nice. Quiet. Attentive. Boring.
The blond sat up and glanced at the board long enough to keep up his ruse, then finally turned his attention to his notebook. Blank lines stared back, and he began sketching random patterns and swirls that didn’t resemble anything. Then a circle with a stick figure body and spiky hair, being shoved into a locker.
Immediately, he erased it. That’s done and done and more than done. Besides, he didn’t want to torment the guy so much as just . . . break him, in a manner of speaking. There had to be some dirty little secret that kiss-ass had, some vice he could be convinced to let loose on.
Unfortunately, Marikku had run into a blank for the time being, so he continued doodling in his notebook, hoping maybe the visual outlet would give him an idea.
