Right. As if he cares about all that. He had better things to do than stay in detention with this heartless professor anyway. Nathan swallowed his pride and looked back at the bulletin board. But not without grudge, his stubborn soul would never allow him to.

“Well...then...if that’s the case. Come on, Rylee. Lets clean the board. We mustn’t let our /forgiving/ professor here wait on us.” He told Rylee, giving her a look not to do anything else that would jeopadise their plans.

“Will you provide us with the cleaning supplies or...we get them ourselves?”he asked the professor with his most faux pleasant smile yet. Nathan would definitely remember this professor name in the future.

Rafferty Ainsworth.

In his head...it /ain’t worth-it/....to continue being defiant with this man.

The only professor no future alumni students such as himself wanted to visit or cared about if he keep choosing to persecute them with no valid explanation.