"The weird dude next to me happens to be my best friend." Stupid head. "And he's not weird," she defended immediately. This guy DID have a death wish. And his story, a LOAD of dragon dung. She doubted Jeremiah even knew Derry. The idea was so barbaric it angered Beverly more. Unfortunately, she couldn't afford losing her cool during a lesson.

She composed herself, narrowing her eyes at the guy. "If you're going to tell a story at least have your facts straight." She'd been talking to Jeremiah, where his hands had been visible. Stupid, stupid head! "You need to come and pick up that fang." She sure as hell wasn't. Nor was Jeremiah and Derry.

Glancing from her best friend, to Derry and lastly to the guy, she smirked a bit, then wiped it off, putting up a distressed face. For good measures she raised her hand. There was no way she was getting into trouble because of Stupid Head.

"Professor." Help. GET HIM.