“Just like Mister Allens sex life” you quoted upon my statement teaching the class upon the nonexistent parts of a cell.
Giggles erupt from all the students in detention as you continue to rock your chair back and forth, chewing gum as you look at me with that nonchalant look that says “Whats the worst you can do? Kick me out?”
I sigh as i put my hands on the desk. Since the very beginning of your time in my class you had set out with the goal of being the most unruly troublemaker i had ever dealt with.
Whether it was vandalizing the board with images of me in depraved sexual acts or imitating me behind my back, You had made it your goal to disrupt my classroom as often as you could.
And i was fed up with it.
I knew that simply kicking you out of class was exactly what you wanted. After all you didnt care about school, dressed in the slut punk attire you always wear hoping to draw out every boys attention. A black tank top with a black studded choker and booty shorts. Which topped with smoky, gothic makeup made sure you drew every boys attention only to tell them to piss off. It didnt help that this was detention and there was only you and three boys who couldnt keep their eyes off you.