Try your other hand
Summary: Atticus always did like to moan about the homework, and no-one ever did manage to succeed shutting him up, until one day… SLIGHT implied ZxA
A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating and all, no ideas came but…tada : Thanks for everyone who put me on their favourites so far :
Try your other hand
"So then," Professor Crowler remarked, finishing his long talk about the Spell Card Essay his Obelisk Blue form had to write for next week. "I emphasize, again, that this paper is an absolute requirement for passing this class!" His piercing voice even reached those in the next room, such as Jaden Yuki. However there were some in the class that ignored the Professor purposely. Such as Atticus Rhodes.
He was pretending to snore at the back of the class until his old friend Zane Truesdale, the Kaiser, elbowed him so he would sit up straight.
"The only acceptable excuses for this not to be handed in on time is a medically certifiable illness or a death in the student's immediate family!" Crowler's voice screeched again.
Atticus sat up slightly though when he heard this. Being the smart-ass as he were he raised his hand and Zane involuntarily shuddered within. What made it even worse was that he felt his friend's long arm drape across his shoulders and a finger run up and down his neck.
"Yes, Mr Rhodes?" Crowler asked before blinking as he saw the touch between Atticus and Zane.
"But what about extreme sexual exhaustion, professor?" Atticus asked innocently. The whole class exploded into laughter but soon shut up as Crowler glared at them. Zane tried to hide his face under the desk, but Atticus kept pulling him back up, grinning like the fool he was.
"Well Mr Rhodes, firstly unhand my best student and secondly, in answer to your question; learn to write with your other hand."
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A/N: Well? What did you think? Sorry it was short and all but I had 5 mins before school work came!
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