“I’m doing fine, thank you for asking,”
“I wasn’t really,” Dan said nonchalantly. At the very least; Dan was honest. Did he give two sh!ts about Dorian? No, he didn’t even give one. What he did care about was Dorian messing up his last bloody two weeks at this school. Ah… what a thought that was. Two more weeks and he’d finally be done with Dorian DeLoughry for good. Thank the heavens. Trust him; Dan was ready to never see that man ever again. Just one bloody conversation to get through and two weeks.
"Huh?
Dan couldn’t help but roll his eyes. It was automatic. “Don’t play me DeLoughry; we both know you at least have two remaining brain cells to understand what the hell I’m saying,” Dan continued. “You know you are legitimately the epitome of idio…” Though Daniel couldn’t finish even what he was saying before he felt something cold meet his body; causing him to automatically stand up in an attempt of letting the liquid drop on the floor instead of seeping all over his body. Daniel could feel the anger within him rising in an instant. “You bloody PIECE OF SH!T” Dan screeched; grabbing a napkin and attempting to dry the suit. “This suit probably costs more than your family’s net worth combined,” Dan sighed; looking at the ruined one-of-a-kind suit Valentino had shipped over to him.
Daniel had a shred of dignity left, however; quieting his voice down to bearly above a whisper as he reached Dorian’s ear. “Two fcking weeks. That’s all you had to do Dorian. Behave for two weeks. Do you really not fcking know how to follow instructions?” Dan asked. Though before he could mutter his impending threat; he heard someone scream fire and his gaze moved over to the shout; seeing a curtain quickly catch fire. “You have to be bloody kidding me,” Dan groaned looking at Dorian with annoyance almost as if he himself had caused the fire. “Get you ass up, DeLoughry and move. We’re taking this bloody sh!t outside,”