First Period: History class.

Teacher: Diego Petrocelli.

Max walked into class right at the middle of his lesson in an already somewhat bad mood. Mr. Diego was non-enthusiastically droning on about the first world war. The rest of the students were barely attentive.

Diego was a slim man with a pot belly that looked like life had beaten the tar out of him. His face spoke of years of self-deprecation.

Max was about to take a seat before Petrocelli stopped him.

Diego: Excuse me, young man. Could you introduce yourself to the rest of the class?

Name: Diego Petrocelli

Age: 42

Description: Boring

Occupation: History teacher

Fact: He always carries a load of chewing gum.

Max: Oh, right.

Max introduced himself as usual and took a seat.

The rest of his friends were there.

Rose was seated next to Tiffany as usual, Luke was in the back with the other jocks, dosing off. Ken was seated next to an empty seat. And so naturally, Max sat right next to him.

Ken: (whisper) Welcome back, weary traveller.

Max: Weary traveller? Tch.

Ken: Hmm? Having a bad day?

Max: Are you kidding me?

Diego: Quiet, Maximillian!

Max: Right..., right...

The rest of the lesson went on as one would expect. Absolute boredom.

Max and the rest of the students tried to keep themselves from falling asleep.
Luke had already lost that battle, Rose was trying desperately to stay awake so as to be polite. Only Ken and Tiffany had their eyes open.

Although, to be fair, Ken was also dosing off. He was just very good at keeping his eyes open.

So, in reality, only Tiffany had the mental fortitude to stay wide awake and not to give in.

His voice was monotonous and boring.

It was then that a spit ball hit Maxs face.

Max: What the...

The spitball came from the back. It was Vince. He and the other jocks congratulated themselves with high fives, much to the cheer leaders' amusement. Some laughter ensued.

Max glared back at them.

Max: Hey!

Diego: Maximillian!

Max: Oh, sorry.

Diego: (sighs) Quiet all of you.

The students slowly became quieter.

The teacher went back to teaching, and Max went back to dosing off before another two more spitballs were fired at him.

Max: Hey! Quit it!

Diego: Maximillian!

Another gaggle of laughter came from the back.

Max: But he...

Diego: No excuses. One more peep from you, and you'll get detention.

Max: But...

Diego: Shhh.

The teacher looked at him strictly before Max slunk back down into his chair.

Rose: (thinking: Poor Max...)

Max sighed before the teacher continued to drone on and on seemingly endlessly. They still had thirty minutes to go.

Yet another spit ball hit his face, and another and another and another before Max finally reached his breaking point.

Max: (thinking: That does it!)

Max instinctively searched his bag for a straw.

Max: (thinking: Well, two can play at that game.)

He pulled one out and prepared to fire one back at Vince.

Ken: (whisper) That's not a very good idea.

Max: Yeah, yeah...

He turned to Vince to face him but was stopped by the teacher almost immediately.

Diego: Maximillian Hunter!

He flinched.

Max: But he started it!

Diego: (sighs) Detention!

Max: But...

Diego: No buts!

The laughter in the class continued.

Diego: Quiet down, all of you.

The class slowly returned to normal.

Rose: (thinking: Oh, Max.)

Rose wanted to turn to him, but Tiffany held her hand and shook her head.

Tiffany knew Max would have to deal with the consequences of his actions.

Max groaned before choosing to simply remain quiet.

The rest of the lesson went as such, with Max being spit balled at, Vince and the other jocks occasionally laughing, and the rest of the class paying attention to the spectacle rather than the teacher.

Diego: ... and so after the war....

Max: (thinking: I've never seen a history teacher talk about something as cool as war so boringly.)

The bell rang, and all the students energetically started getting up and getting out of class.

Diego: And remember to do your homework all of you.

Diego, after saying this, sat back down in his chair and got on his phone.

Max and Ken walked out together. Rose, Tiffany, and Luke, who was woken up by Ken just before they left, followed behind them.

Max: Jeez, that sucked.

Ken: That would be what happens after you mess with Vince.

Max: But why didn't that teacher do anything about it?

Ken: Because the school football team is almost sacred here. It's the one thing that keeps this school on the map.

Max: Ugh. Right, Luke told me that.

Ken: And so, given your actions on Monday, you'll be living like this for quite a while.

Max: Ugh.