I know no one really reads these, so I'm gonna keep it short. I didn't expect this to be so popular, but it turns out I was wrong. So I'm updating this series more often now (it was every two weeks before). Now it's every Monday, probably sometime around 20.00...It depends on where you live. Well, that's it from me. Enjoy the idiocy!
Jason looked up from his phone screen momentarily, to see who else had joined him in detention. A girl with brightly colored hair walked in, her own phone already in hand. She didn't bother looking around, she just marched off the outlet and plugged her phone in then went back to scrolling.
Jason felt this was somehow familiar. Not the detention, even though he'd been getting a lot of those recently- it wasn't his fault peoplen were stupid. Regardless, he looked around him once more and realised why this felt so familiar. Sitting in the desk in front of him was a guy who seemed to be made of testosterone, muscle and broken dreams. To his left was the punk girl and behind him was the most stereotypical kind of nerd there was- Jason knew his name was Fred- and the only one missing was the prom queen and they could have themselves a modern Breakfast Club.
Which wouldn't be very spectacular, seeing as everyone was on their phone. Unfortunately, it turned out that looking up from his screen was a bad idea, because now he was restless. The teacher looking over them had taken a bathroom break, but even so he couldn't afford to get up. Suddenly, the hero gig seemed so much more fun. After many minutes of finger tapping and the teacher still not back, Fred 'decided' to lend Jason his pencils, and now the young bird was building a pencil crossbow. And it was awesome.
Until, that is, he flung a pencil at the bulk of muscle that was the blonde guy. Jason felt like he was in a fight with Bane, and considering how last time had turned out, he wasn't looking forward to a rematch. Then he remembered that this guy was just a jock, not a trace of Cobra Venom in his body. The restlessness from before came rushing back in.
The jock got up and glared at him.
"You think this is funny, punk?" He spat. The girl looked up lazily from her phone screen, while Fred tried to take cover. Jason shrugged. "Yeah."
A vein popped on the jock's forehead, and he reached out to grab Jason by the collar. He lifted him to his feet and went for a punch to the face. Jason however, was able to dodge attacks like that from back when he was living on the street.
It was a full out brawl and the girl was recording it. The desk Fred had slipped under was at some point flung against the wall, and the poor kid was crawling on the floor, trying not get a stray kick to face from the other two teens. He managed to get to where the girl was sitting, and lay next to her in fetal position, crying.
The door finally flew open, revealing a very pissed, very homicidal-looking teacher. And Bruce Wayne right behind him.
Jason froze, as did the jock. Jason's fist was midair, inches away from the guy's face, who was going for a knee to the crotch. Bruce galred at everyone in the classroom, including the girl who was still filming and the sobbing mass that was Fred. Very slowly, the two boys let go of each other, keeping their stares on the multibillionare.
"I'm afraid that calls for another detention, Mr. Todd."