TAMING A CLASS

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

DAN'S POV

He looked fazed for once, i was thrilled i had put in on spot, he acted like a perfect ol' man.

"That, young lad is a question you all know the answers to" he replied stiffly, I knew he was bluffing but i had nothing on me than to take it.

"Anything else, i can be of service to you before take a quick recess?" He asked out to everyone, while staring at me pointedly.

And I was determined to give him an answer.

"Where is Mr. Derrick? Is he pussying out somewhere? I hadn't seen him since we started on this never-ending stairs" that one took him over the edge.

It hit him right close to home.

"You do not talk to adults like that young man, and do not, i repeat, do not insult the Giovanni's taste dead or alive" he spoke sternly.

I had regretted saying it the minute it rolled out of my tongue but there was no going back.

The deed was done already, the hurt was there.

The anger that rolled off.him were felt by all cause the place got quieter amd the worker stiffened and halted all what they were doing.

"Yes sir, loud and clear" I felt like i had to say something to ease the tension.

"They were people respected and honoured, and a rebel teenager has not right to speak I'll of them" he said out before walking out.

And now he confirmed his thoughts on us, like he said, rebel teenagers.

"Mr. Derrick will be with you guys shortly" a few workers followed him out.

Leaving a tense atmosphere, which Edward tried out but failing miserably at to diffuse.

He must have been very close or obsessive towards them for him to stay this long in servitude.

It was a long day and not wanting to dwell on what just happened i went into my room like the others.

Hailey was going to be staying in the room opposite mine.

It wasn't too far off, i would easily be able to keep my eyes on her.

The day went by faster and turned to night, it was a stressful one for everyone and me most importantly.

Smiling slightly, i can't still believe we are on a trip.

Class 12 had never been on trip.

Profitable or not, I'm sure it's one we all wouldn't ever forget.

Laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about the turn out of today.

From the very beginning, it was a whirlwind of emotions,

And one that isn't going to stop.

...

I woke up to find out that i had slept off like that, i must have been tired, i thought.

The lights were seeping in from the opened up curtains, blinding my eyes and disturbing my sleep.

Willing myself, i got up from the softest comfy beds i had slept on, to shut those damn curtains.

It didn't pull like i expected it, trying it again several times, i looked up to see a roller, it must use some sort of technique or control.

Checking carefully, i went from the curtain tracing the edges of the rollers to get a starting or ending point.