Spreazy

Day One Rivaille walked into his classroom and slammed the door to get everyone’s attention. He glared at everyone as he walked to the front of the class and wrote his name on the chalkboard. “So, you’ve all obviously talk to someone about me given how all of you are… somewhat cleaner than the rest of your student body. I am Rivaille. Don’t give me any of that mister shit. DON’T comment on my height.” His eyes glanced up and looked at a certain student. He looked through his list of student names and smirked. “Kirschstein, care to put in any comment about my height?” He gave him a glare.

Part Eleven Tom's POV “I say I don’t care anymore, but the truth is… I care too much.” I eventually managed to calm myself down. I'm so pissed at myself for blowing up like that. Tord is my friend, why did I act like I hated him? Now I was sitting on my couch watching TV. I decided that I’d had enough alcohol for the day already (Being the person I am, I drank a couple shots of Whiskey to forget about the issue at hand), and that I should just lay back and catch up on the local news. I was expecting to see advertisements for the Fall Fair on the screen when I turned it on. Instead I saw a picture of Tord in ha