LOSING was not on his agenda today, nor was it any other day actually. He laughed at her words, eyebrow raising and head leaning to the side slightly. Grin curling onto his lips slowly. ❝you are good in class when it comes to ASSASSINATION but I beat you with my experience❞ he replied, confidence swaying in his words while hand was extended, TO SEAL THE DEAL ( with the devil ) 

            “  I think today you and I both have cleaning                   duty.  ”

 Gaze was directed towards the class chalkboard, reading  the names just to be sure. She didn’t mind cleaning duty,  really. It was a nice DISTRACTION.

          still    are the motions of his fingers    ,    pencil’s    elaborate    display of a dance brought to    halt    .    slow is he    (    predator    he is    ,    )    to lift his gaze    ,    though smoulders of curiosity burn his throat    .    karma straightens    ,    heels to floor    &&    elbows atop the table’s surface   .    mischief incarnate    paints itself across his lips    ,    chin perching on the base of his palm    .

                                  ❛  I  don't  think  I  should  be  teaching  you  this  ~  EH  ,  what  the  hell  .  Men  have  three  weak  spots  which  are  the  *beep*  *beep* &&  the  *beep*  ,  touch  them  all  in  order  && BANG  ,  you  can  shoot  them  straight  in  the  forehead  .  However  ,  if  you  want  to  take  it  a  little  slow  ~  ,  just  use  the  art  of  language  .  ❜  Play the act of teacher was sure irritating, still, she was here to teach her skills && nothing more. Still having the nickname BITCH doesn't make this job any easier.  ❛  Anything  else  you  wanna  know  ?  ❜