Hordak wished that he never agreed to this, but with Prime still the golden child, what choice did he have.

"So, I'm gonna assume that you already know the basics, so we will just focus on the questions you got wrong. And to add to that, that's only a few, since you only got a C-"

"It's not just a C" he snapped. "It shows that I'm average, which I'm not!"

"Well it could've been worse, so don't be a sore loser."

"I'm not a sore loser," he hated that Entrapta talked back to him, unlike almost everyone else. But he had to admit she was right. It indeed could've been worse.

An unknown amount of time passed as Entrapta continued to ramble. "Moving onto Robotics, quite possibly my favorite subject..."

Hordak didn't ask, and didn't care. He stopped paying attention, it wasn't like whatever she had to say was important.

"And the thing that's so fascinating about them is all ther..."

Entrapta continued to ramble, while making dramatic hand gestures to further prove her point. All her talking was wasting valuable time Hordak could use for, literally anything else.

Her laugh was so, utterly annoying, and god, just imagine having to deal with that mess all day.

He glanced back towards Entrapta, rapid firing words assuming anyone could understand.

After a moment, he had gotten sick and tired of 'listening'.

"Entrapta."

She didn't notice him.

"Entrapta?"

If she was ignoring him, she was doing a very good job of it.

"Entrapta! Can you pay attention, please?" He didn't say please to be nice, and likewise, it wasn't a question. 

"To what?"

"Me, obviously. You're supposed to be walking me through this stuff,"

"Oh," she chuckled, "I suppose you're right,"

She didn't entirely feel bothered.

He stormed out of the room, leaving Entrapta alone.

"May I?"

"Don't you have anyone else to sit with?"

She shook her head. Hordak sighed, because as much as he wanted to turn her away, he moved his bag and motioned at the empty spot. She eagerly sat next to him, a little too close for comfort.

He pulled out a leather mote book, somewhat of a diary to him

"Oooh, what's that?"

"Nothing you heathen,"  Hordak slammed the journal shut.

"What do you even want anyways?" He said, scooting away from her.

"Well, to eat lunch with you, obviously," she laughed like it was obvious.

"Wait! Hordak!" Called an unfortunately familiar voice.

 Hordak turned to see Entrapta doubled over, gasping for air.

"God you walk quickly, but that's beside the point. I have something you may want." She revealed his leather notebook.

"Did you open it?"

"Nope!" She handed him the notebook.

He snatched it back a flipped through the pages. It was untouched,"Oh well, I guess a thank you is in order."

Entraptas face lit up, making it harder to thank her

"Well Um thank you," Hordak forced the words out.

I kinda hate this, but I really want to get back into writing. So yeah, I'll be uploading hopefully more often.