I didn't except the main character to react like this but I guess he had a good reason... Hope to see more soon and to discover what Sunset did to him.

Intriguing.

On the chalkboard were three diagrams of triangles, each with various lined and bowed arrows pointing between different portions, the definitions of each of the three terms, and at the right end of the board, a large set of abbreviations written in three lines: “SOH, CAH, TOA.”

Oh god. I remember that.

“That’s right,” he responded with an unfittingly gleeful tone. “Only half of the assignment. And you know what that means, right? It means--” his expression pulled an immediate 180. “-- only half the credit!” He slammed the paper on the desk. “I don’t know what the problem is, Buster Brown, but if you want to pass this class,” he pointed at me with his opposite hand, “you’d better get your rear in gear and focus! ” He placed his hands together and paced by me towards the front corner. “I will not have one of my students flagrantly disregarding their work.” He stopped and turned his head back to me. “We have standards at this school, a reputation to maintain, and we strive to abide by them both. And you? ” He turned his body as well to face me fully. “ You’re not abiding. I don’t believe you’re even trying!” He rushed up to me, grabbing the paper, and scanning it quickly, then began flailing wildly to emphasize his point. “Honestly, even only doing half the work, you’ve still gotten several of these wrong! What happened? You started this year out so well, you hardly ever even got a question wrong, let alone turned in assignments unfinished. And now this?” He slapped my paper with the opposite hand. “ This is just sloppy! ”

I hate this teacher, already.

He gave me a quizzical look. “You have?” He blinked for a second. “Then I’m sure you know the stakes of your predicament, and the consequences of failing! Oh, sure, you’ll be held back a year, reprimanded perhaps, but your grades, your behavior,” he suddenly pointed to himself with both hands, “they will also reflect on us! And I will not have my reputation tarnished by some hooligan who thinks he’s above doing his schoolwork.” He walked back to the other side of his desk, returning my paper to the drawer. “Now, go on to your next class, but remember: you will begin turning in completed assignments from now on, is that clear?”

So it’s about them?

“No! That’s not what--” I cut her words short and I jumped towards her and wrapped my hands around her neck. Her friends reacted immediately, all jumping to separate us.

Damn.

“Tell me, what do you see here?”

An F Bomb

I've actually wanted to hurt those sorry bitches for years.