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Troublemaker • 𝖪𝖾𝗇𝗒𝖺 𝖬𝗈𝗈𝗋𝖾 | Requested (💦)

(Requested by @Norminahfanic | Warning ⚠️ degradation, humiliation, spanking)

"Bro, ten dollars if you hit Miss Boyce with this paper ball." Austin whispered to you, showing you the paper ball that he expects you to hit Miss Boyce with. You could tell by the print on the paper ball that it was from the work Miss Boyce had just given to the class. You giggled and took the paper ball from him. You weren't going to pass down some money.

Austin tried to keep in his laughter as you aimed the ball at Miss Boyce's forehead. When you thought you had perfect aim, you dragged your hand back a bit and forcefully threw it towards her. Some of the class erupted in laughter as the ball hit Miss Boyce's forehead. You instantly took a seat down in your chair, putting your head down in your arms to make it seem like you were sleeping.

"Y/NNN!!"Miss Boyce angrily yelled, abruptly standing from her chair. You pretended as if you were just waking up from your 'nap'. You looked around 'confused'. "Huh? What happened? What'd I miss?" This just made the class laugh even more. You also sneaked in a little laughter after seeing how red Miss Boyce's face was getting from anger.

"ENOUGH!" Miss Boyce snapped, making the class stop laughing. You giggled, not being able to take her anger seriously. You had never seen her so angry and red before. She looked like a tomato.

She angrily slammed her laptop closed and stomped up to you. Austin leaned over and whispered in your ear, "she's gonna blow," making you laugh.

Miss Boyce slammed her hands on your desk. "Everything is a joke to you." She said through gritted teeth. You shrugged your shoulders, "yeah, pretty much. Life's too short to be taking everythi-"

"Nobody asked!" Miss Boyce rudely interrupted, now making you mad. One of your biggest pet peeves was somebody interrupting you. The class watched with wide eyes as you stood up in your chair and stood face-to-face with Miss Boyce, your face now getting red with anger. "Listen here, Yvonne," you pressed your finger into her chest as you spoke, "I don't take people interrupting me so kindly."

"And I don't take people throwing things at my forehead too kindly!" Miss Boyce yelled back.

"STOP YELLING AT ME!!"

"THAT'S IT!" Miss Boyce yelled, getting out of your face and going to her desk. You were about to sit down again when Miss Boyce stopped you. "Oh no, you're not staying here. Pack up your things and leave my classroom. You're going to the office and I will be calling your father." You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Miss Boyce's empty promise. She didn't scare you, and your dad scared you a bit but you knew how to get out of it.

"Okay," you shrug, "fine by me, but dad may not pick up and he's not fucking you either." The class looked at Miss Boyce, their widened eyes never leaving their faces.

Miss Boyce pointed to the door, "get out. GET. OUT. NOW, Y/N!" You shrug your shoulders again and leave the classroom. You didn't go to the office like instructed, of course, but went to the football field instead. Your friends usually hung out on the bleachers whenever they were skipping their classes, so you decided to just go there until the day was over. That was until your phone began to ring.

You took it out of your pocket and looked at the caller ID, only to see that it was your father calling you. You roll your eyes, not wanting to answer the call but you knew that it was for the better. Miss Boyce probably snitched on your ass already and you were in enough trouble; better to answer the call than ignore it.

"Hello?" Your tone was annoyed, but your father didn't care.

"I don't send you to school to curse at your teacher, y/n." Your father's voice was stern, sending chills down your back.