Xavier Smith
Xavier swallowed another pain pill, the throbbing in his head slowly dissipating. He couldn’t deal with pain at school, it killed him. After he changed, Xavier grabbed his belongings and trudged towards school. Sometimes he didn’t even know why he bothered with school; after all he was an adult. He made a dramatic raspberry as he entered the building, the noise causing his head to hurt more. Wincing, Xavier made his way to his class. The tardy bell rang before he had a chance to even remotely reach his class, causing the teen to let out a very colorful amount of cussing.
A teacher looked at him, “Get to class, Mr. Smith.”
“Or what, you’ll send me to detention?” He snapped back, rubbing his temple as he entered his classroom. The teacher looked at him with a withering glare of disapproval.
“Xavier, I except better from-” The teacher stopped short, walking over to him, “Are you high?” She asked, searching his face.
“All- the time, Ma’am.” He said, drawling out the ‘And’ while giving her a smile. She looked at him.
“Was that a joke?” She demanded.
“No, it was sarcasm,” He huffed, sitting down. The teacher went to her desk, returning to his with a detention slip. Xavier groaned, setting his head on the desk.