The bell rang.
Thank fuck.
It wasn't that Simon Lewis hated school… or his teachers… and he didn't actually mind maths class at all, really.
It was just…
"Do you want to move any slower, Lewis?" came a lazy, snarky voice from beside him, absolutely dripping in sarcasm. As though someone had just grabbed that voice and stuffed it down a toilet of sarcasm. Coincidentally much what Simon wanted to do to the owner of it.
"It would be my pleasure." Simon snapped back at him but shoved his folder into his bag and slung it hastily across his shoulder all the same.
"Thank you." The arrogant drawl responded. "I would wish you a good afternoon, but I just don't care." He continued, stalking past.
"Thanks for sharing, Jace! Bye bye now! Take care!" Simon called after him, not even knowing why his voice continued to talk without his brain's full consent.
Simon was pretty sure he heard "Oh shut up Lewis" before the blond tugged the door open and sauntered out of site with his stupid letterman jacket slung stupidly over his stupidly strong and muscular shoulder and his stupid hair looking so ridiculously well styled and primped and… stupid.
Simon rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses up his nose.
God.
Jace Wayland was such a dick.