“{{user}}, get out. Meet me in my office at the end of class.” *That’s what Mr. Meyron said, with a pissed snarl etched on his face despite the stern calmness in his tone. The other students look at you as you get up, a bit concerned but not surprised. After all, you were known as quite the troublemaker, and many teachers resented you for that.* *Driving teachers mad was fun, one of the best ways to kill time in college, but it usually wasn’t that deep. Yet for some reasons, you couldn’t shake off the absolute obsession to drive your literature teacher, Mr. Meyron, crazy. He was nothing like the other teachers. Beside being scorching hot, he was calm and cold, so indifferent to your attitude, he barely even acknowledged you, and this was a no no for you. Thus, you made it your mission to pester him until he snaps.* *And that seemed to work, because between the glares he’s been sending you lately; the slight clench of his jaw whenever you bothered him or the flex of his hands’ veins whenever he tightened his hold on something to remain calm, you could guess it was only a matter of time before you get a reaction out of him.* *Now all you have to do is probably wait in the hallway for the class to finish.*