Ardence (Book #1)

IV

I think some people are just born as assholes.

And some learn to adapt into that lifestyle.

After all survival for the fittest, right?

You see, my friend Samantha for example. She wasn't always a bitch.

She was actually a pretty sweet kid growing up.

Until a kid in our elementary class rubbed her up the wrong way and pushed her to the ground in front of everyone. All because she didn't want to sit with him during lunch

I vaguely remember him going back home with a broken nose and snotty face on that day.

She was the second type.

And then there was Nicholas fuçking Carter who couldn't help himself. Even if he wanted to. Not that he did.

I was wrong to assume he just looked like a devil. No. He was quite good at playing the part too.

Anyway, He was the first type.

Born with it.

Shit!

That was my first thought when he said he'd grade our test papers right in the class.

Bitch.

Now that, was my second thought when he started grading them bottom to up.

Meaning mine ended up being first.

Ripping my test paper from his hand I walked back to my seat with flaming cheeks and fumed silently.

I wish someone would set his hair sprayed hairs on fire and sock him right in his perfect jaw.

From homework to pop quiz and lengthy assignments, which might not feel like much different from other lecturers. But he was overdoing it to the point where I wanted to grab his auburn locks and shake some sense into him.

Or rip it.

Whichever happened first and fast.

After 30 minutes of thoroughly humiliating everyone by calling out on their mistakes out loud. He decided it was best to make us work on a assignment on the topic of the test.

That was the end of patience for some.

Especially one guy who screamed out a word so vile, I'd rather not repeat it.

Mr. Nicholas who was about to exit the room stiffened for a whole minute before pinning us with a gaze so fierce I actually shrunk back in my seat. His voice so calm yet so powerful when he demanded.

"Who was it?" That single authoritative sentence was enough to snuff out all of our rebellious thoughts.

Another minute passed but no said anything truly scared for the guy who couldn't just zip it for a few more minutes.

"Alright, if this is how you guys want to do it."

Still nobody answered him.

"You can work on that assignment and submit it to me by tomorrow. And make sure it's at least 5,000 words long."

Multiple voices groaned out their disapproval, their protests fell on deaf ears because he was already out of the room.

Now, I was forced to write an essay of 5,000 words and submit it by tomorrow because of some idiot who couldn't keep zip it and stop cursing in his class!!

My fingers screamed in protest begging for a break. Sighing I popped my knuckles and shook out the feeling before beginning the hellish assignment of mine.