Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 8

He had stuck around long enough before meeting with the guys to see her sullen face as her eyes had fallen in defeat at the freshman boys. Thank God for freshmen, Darryl thought unable to bite back the smirk that formed on his lips.

"Mr. Adams, would you care to give us the answer?" his teacher, Mr. Raves, asked with a brow raised, pulling him out of his reverie.

"Can you repeat the question?" he asked, choosing to stay calm. He could practically hear and feel the eyes of the classroom move onto him, as if they somehow knew something funny or abrasive was going to happen. Either way, he could tell that they wanted to see a show.

"Oh of course. The question was 'Mr. Adams, would you care to give us the answer?' " he said, easily mocking him with an impish smile. Darryl's face fell grim in pure frustration as the others started to snicker and chuckle under their breaths. The one kid in front of him had the ill-fated fortune of receiving Darryl's cold, death glare and stopped his laughter immediately.

"If you were paying any attention, you would have heard me ask, 'Who was the founder of the American Federation of Labor Union?' " he said pointedly, ready to pick on another hand.

"Samuel Gompers. Founded in 1886, December eighth to be exact." Darryl answered simply, as leaned back in his seat and clasped his hands behind his head. Mr. Raves's face along with the other faces of the class moved to look in his direction, except the guy in front of him who was too frightened to look him in the face ever again.

Darryl flashed a boyish smile at his teacher, whose face began to rouge. "You really shouldn't judge me." It was the teacher's turn to get laughed at when he cleared his throat and made a lame attempt to ignore Darryl's answer.

There was about ten minutes left in the class and Darryl could see that there wouldn't be any more questions thrown his way for the rest of the class, so he fixated his stare onto the window. It had to be worse outside than it had been earlier in the morning. There were some thunder and lightening in the sky, something the meteorologist did not forecast. The wind seemed to pickup, as an array of leaves blew around the window. He continued to gaze out the window, until the girl next to him passed him a note. 

He glanced over to her. She wasn't really his type but she had one of those cute, innocent faces.Ehh, why not? She could be a freak. he shrugged mentally, giving her a crooked smile. She returned a shy smile as she pointed down towards the end of the row, seeing Miles at his desk gesturing him to open the note. He had half a mind to simply crumble the note and discard it on the floor, but instead he rolled his eyes as he opened the folded paper.

What are your intentions with Naomi?

What the hell? he thought. It was the most stupidest question ever. He looked back at Miles who seemed eager to get the note back—just as eager as he was to crumble the paper into a ball and hurl it back at him. He mentally sucked his teeth and voted on crumpling up the note instead. He didn't have to look at the guy to know that he was fuming with anger.

Luckily, the bell rang and Darryl wasted no time to head out the door for lunch. He barely had any dinner last night and he was practically starving. He didn't care even if the school lunch had a bad reputation, it was still fair game. Just as he bolted for the door, Miles abruptly cut him off.

"Answer the question." he ordered blocking him off from the door that was only a few steps away. 

"Miles, get the fuck out my face." Darryl barked flatly as he gave him a cold glare. He swiflty stepped to the side, getting past him enough to walk out the door.

"Hey!" Miles called after him, quick to fall into a swift stride aside him through the bustly hallway. "Just tell me. Unlike you, I actually care about Naomi."