(AN: This story was adopted by Rafalishus)

“You know the rules Junior.” Ugh, again, with that stupid nickname. Why in the world did he have to name me after himself? That, I will never understand. “Maybe next time you won’t pass notes in my class. Now, what does it say today?” He began walking to the front of the class, back up to his podium. “New kid, new piece of . You gonna tap that?” He looked to Mark, “Mr. Tuan, if you are going to pass notes in my class, at least make it a habit to use proper grammar.” He sighed then continued. “You’re an idiot and immature. Of course I will, no need to ask.” He crumpled the piece of paper up in his hands. “Junior, I do agree with you that Mr. Tuan is in fact an idiot, and fairly immature, however. I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t pass notes about ‘tapping’ the new students in your class.”

I slumped over in my chair, hit my head on the top of the desk and groaned while the other students in the room stifled their laughter.