Paul Powell, who was sitting across from him, got sprayed right in the face, and some even landed in his bowl. "…"
"What the hell, man!"
"Don't be mad. I'll get you a new serving. Braised pork."
Chase Hawkins hurriedly grabbed his lunchbox and fled the scene of the crime.
Watching him as a fellow sufferer, Pantheon couldn't help but roar with laughter. 'Finally, someone else gets to share my "pain."'
...
That evening, after the nightly reading session, there were three consecutive periods of math.
Five minutes after the bell, the math teacher still hadn't shown up. The classroom began to fill with chatter as students grew excited at the prospect of a free period.
Not a minute later, Gabe Chaucer, who had a class next door, walked in. Before he could even say a word, the entire class let out a collective, miserable "AHHH!"
They hated their homeroom teacher's classes the most.
