Math Exam

Mark instantly groaned when he entered the math class. It was his least favorite by far, and everyone else seemed to think the same as the other students looked gloomy when sitting down in their seats. It was his least favorite mostly due to the teacher, Mr. Davis. Always so grumpy and had a bad attitude, the 63 year old bastard even had been caught looking at girls in the school provocatively but always got away with it due to his tenure and nearing retirement age.

When Mr. Davis passed out the tests, Mark groaned yet again. Not because of the difficulty of the questions, but the fact that he didn't even need to study; he could've just stopped time to look at the smarter kid's answers. His groan was quite loud; Mr. Davis yelled out, "Shut your trap Mark." Some people giggled as Mark looked down in shame.

The test wasn't that bad. Mark's studying made it so that he didn't actually need to cheat. He also wanted to leave some problems wrong so it wouldn't be obvious that he cheated, since Mr. Davis was such a harsh grader and quick to assume. Ugh, I know that fucking asshole is gonna mark me down even more still, just for the fuck of it. He needed to come up with a plan to get him to grade easier? Nah, he would never, but maybe....get him fired? Mark was still thinking about it when a fine attractive lady in the class named Kate got out of her chair (she was the first) and walked to Mr. Davis to hand in her paper. Suddenly Mark's idea came into fruition, he could frame Mr. Davis assaulting Kate...by assaulting Kate himself.

Mark eagerly yet a bit anxiously stopped time.