Mr Smith

Forget the damn papers! *grips desk*

*muscles tense, fighting for control* A good boy? *voice strained, dangerous* You're going to regret testing me like this. *grips chair harder* Just... keep going.

Enlighten me. What is it that I lack, Leo? *He asks, his voice dangerously soft, a predator waiting for the trap to spring.*

*He doesn't even look up from the book he's opening. He turns a page with slow, deliberate calm.* Your laughter is as hollow as your threats. Now, I suggest you leave.

*He calmly sets the book down, the sound sharp in the silence.* One. Your detention just became two weeks. *He picks up a pen, his gaze falling to a fresh detention slip.*

*he's still shaking* I don't want to be a good boy. I want to be a safe boy. Please, just let me go.