I hate pricks.

Beck POV

We left Jade and Tori in the library when the bell rang and walked to Reading. I sat next to Robbie and some goth kid.

The bell rang and Mr. Daren walked in, taking attendance. Apparently the guy sitting next to me was Zakk Blythe. He seemed pretty chill.

Mr. Darren walked up to the Smart Board and wrote 'Introductions' on it. "As you have all noticed, we have some new students. I would like them all to step to the front please." It was just me, Robbie, and some girl. "Now, say your name, birthday, and your choice future job. Also I am making this your first test grade, so you must use proper grammar. Abigail Fairway, you go first."

"Welp, you just said my name-"

"Welp is not a word," he noted, "and I am subtracting ten points for not stating your name."

"You said my name!"

"Part of the assignment was to say your name. You failed to do that. Therefore, ten points are being taken off of your grade."

"My birthday is the tenth of May, and I would like to be a drummer when I grow up."

"You never said what year you were born. I said birthday not birth date. For all I know you could be born on the tenth of May in 1665. Of course that is irrational but nonetheless, I have failed you. Congratulations, your first grade is a 45 percent."

Robbie gave me a worried look and Abigail fired back, "you are insane!"

Mr. Daren gave her the Look of Death™. "And you are a disgrace. Your grade has been changed to a 20 percent. Now go back to your seat before I give you a zero."

She stomped heavily back to her seat and mumbled something unintelligible.

"Next up is Beck Oliver." I stepped forward and heard some whispers. "Beck," he said, frowning, "is that short for anything?"

"Unless my parents never told me my full name, then yes. It is Beck."

He looked at me disgustedly. "Are you mouthing off to me."

"No sir," I said, not wanting a confrontation. "My name is Beck Oliver."

"Stop right there!" Mr. Daren yelled at me.

"Yes?" I tried to control my growing annoyance.

"Beck is not a name. It is an assault on my eardrums. It burns my tongue to say. You will be transferred out of this class. Just thinking of your name will give me nightmares. Go sit in the corner."

"Excuse me?" I asked, amazed at his wackadoodleness.

"You heard me, go sit in the corner. Curl in a ball, and think about how your name is a pimple on the face of grammar. Tell your parents to expect a lawsuit."

"A lawsuit? For what!"

"It is for being a part of the degrading of the English language."

Zakk slammed his hand on the desk and stood up. "You are such a stick in the mud! God, just go to the wackjob house!"

Mr. Daren looked like he was considering something. "I never liked the name Zakk either. It is spelled wrong, and not short for Zachary. Both of you go down to the office and think about what you've done. Robert, it's your turn to introduce yourself. Hopefully you wont be as much of a failure as your peers."

The last glimpse I got of Robbie before I left for the office looked like he was about to pee himself.

Zakk laughed as soon as we closed the door to Mr. Daren's room. "You'd never guess it, but he's not married."

"Really?" I asked, feigning confusion and surprise.

"Yeah, turns out the ladies aren't attracted to old farts like him."

Mr. Daren opened the door. "I heard that. You are very loud Zakk."

Zakk waved his hand at him nonchalantly. "Go shave your balls."

"Go to the office." Mr. Daren slammed the door.

"So. Where exactly is the office?" I asked.

"Oh, I know exactly where it is. I'm there practically every day." He grinned.

"I have to confess, I'm a little afraid you might go all psyco killer on me at any moment."

"You know, Beck, you seem like a pretty cool dude."

I smiled. "I get that a lot. You don't seem that bad either."

"Well okay then. And here we are, the office. Ah, the memories I have from here. I spent more time here in freshman year than all of my classes combined. Good times."

He pushed open the door and the secretary rolled her eyes when she saw us. "Zakk, you've dragged someone down with you this time?"

"I love you too Mrs. B." he said, winking at her. She just rolled her eyes and gave him a little smile. "She's my aunt," he whispered in my ear.

"Mr. Rhodes doesn't have anyone in his office yet, so you can just go in," Mrs. B. said.

"Thanks Auntie," Zakk said, and led me to a room at the back of a narrow hallway. It creaked lightly as I opened it.

The principal was polishing a football trophy and looked up at me, raising an eyebrow, but his face hardened when he looked past me at Zakk. I felt myself smile. "What is the problem?" he asked. "This time…" I heard him say under his breath.

"Well, Mr. Daren said he couldn't stand our names and we needed a class change."

"Ugh, he sends more kids to the office in a day than any other teacher in a month! And all for stupid reasons!"

"He would have just sent you to the office," I said.

"What?"

"That wasn't a complete sentence."

"I'll make sure you're both transferred out of the class."

I thought of Robbie and found myself saying, "could you maybe transfer my friend out of the class too?"

Mr. Rhodes frowned. "I would need a formal complaint from his parents, but yes, I could get your friend out of that class too."

The bell rang. "Can we leave?" I asked.

"Yes, especially Zakk. You disgust me Zakk!" he yelled as Zakk closed the door.

"So what do you got next man?" I asked.

"Pre-Calculus with Mr. Cooper. What about you?"

"History with Dr. Logan. Any tips?"

"He's a real joker until you go too far. Don't go too far."

"Hey, you should meet up with me and my friends for lunch. We're regrouping in the library."

"I just might take you up on that. Well, I'm this way." Zakk turned in the opposite direction and I started pushing past people to go to History.

Robbie POV

Mr. Daren kicked Beck out and called my name to go. "Robert Shapiro."

"I go by Robbie," I said timidly.

"Not in this class." He opened the door and said, "I heard that, you are very loud Zakk."

"Go shave your balls!" I heard Zakk yell back.

"Go to the office!" He slammed the door, red in the face. "ROBERT! Please do your introduction!"

"I am Robert Shapiro. My birthday is the seventh of July 1994. My dream for when I grow up is to be a famous ventriloquist. In fact I have my star with me right now." I went to get Rex out of my backpack and brought him to the front of the class.

"Come on man, I was sleeping in there!" Rex complained.

A girl raised her hand meekly. "Why do you have a puppet?"

"Don't call him a puppet! That's an offensive term!"

"Hey, hey Rob." Rex said.

"Yeah?"

"Don't yell at her, she's kind of hot."

The girl gasped as I looked at her. "You're right Rex."

She walked up to me and I smiled. She was probably going to thank me for the compliment.

"Perve!" she yelled, and slapped me.

Sooo sorry for the late update. I just have a lot on my plate. So I'm going to make a rubric-

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