For what felt like the hundredth time in two minutes, I turned in my chair and faced the giant who was currently ripping twenty pages of paper at a time out of a perfectly good notebook.

I flickered my gaze between the murderous male and the bunches of paper being destroyed by the veiny skull-tattooed hand belonging to him.

"Trees did not give their lives for you to start ripping out paper like an origami fanatic on crack." I informed him.

He stopped ripping the paper, but his dinner-plate sized hands remained balled into tight fists.

Brennan spoke up while shooting a nervous glance towards his oversized friend "You have horrible taste in guys."

Lana butted in and agreed with her loverboy "You do have terrible taste in guys."

"So do you." I replied, insulting her and Brennan in one-go.

Mr Dankworth called out enthusiastically from the front of the class, earning everybody's attention.

"I bet you are wondering what fun assignment I have planned for you. You need not wait any longer to know." The English teacher rambled out quickly like he could barely contain his excitement "Your first essay will be a personal and Shakespeare one combined. You must write about a character in a Shakespeare play that you relate to."

I enjoyed English a lot and as depressing as it sounded, I enjoyed getting assignments. The Shakespearean theme just added to my excitement. I had pretty much read every single play by him, so I had many ideas of what I wanted to do for my essay.

"Fun assignment?" Lana cried, showing her contrasting view of the assigned work "I would rather stick pins in my eyes."

Smiling at her amusingly, I tried to be supportive while assuring "You are a songwriter. Just imagine you are putting your thoughts into a Shakespearian song."

"That is what I did last time, and I got a C." She huffed "You better help me with my essay. I'm a lost cause without you."

I would eventually help her, but I still had to taunt her.

"One day you will have to do this without me." I hummed "In college, you will have to write essays about music. You will have to start learning to do it for yourself."

"That is not fair." Lana cried, throwing her pen at her notebook.

"Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Hover through the fog and filthy air." I quoted dramatically, knowing she hated when I quoted classical literature.

The teacher continued with listing the details of the assignment "It must be a thousand words long and it is due a week from today."

"I thought he was meant to be a nice teacher." Lana exclaimed; her words muffled because of her face being planted on the desk "I feel like crying. This is hell."

"There, there." I patted her head and comforted her before I hit her with another Shakespeare quote "Hell is empty. All the devils are here."

Her head popped up from the desk and she narrowed her eyes while rebutting "Can one thy shut up?"