“What’s the point of leaving my dark room?” Adrian countered. “I’ve yet to be made miserable by my own company.” He was tempted, just for a moment to mention Lucy. The urge passed and he continued, glaring from under thick brows. “And as to why the school should be different. We are here to influence young minds. Miss Yershov has already begun to mimic your delinquent behaviour. Drunk almost every night this week, I’ve heard!” Adrian was quite frustrated, he was speaking more quickly, volume building.
Shawn’s jaw set, the muscles writhing just under the surface of his skin. “Don’t blame me for things I have no control over.” A vein throbbed in the side of his neck, looking painful. “You seem took forget she’s also taking your class, and you’re not anti-alcohol either.” His lips pressed together, “Take responsibility for once in your miserable life-” Shawn’s foot was tapping a beat out on the floor that quickened, until it was just stomping. “And stop looking around you for a scapegoat, you fiendish politician.”
“No but I do try to make a point of not appearing in class while obviously under the influence,” Adrian countered quickly. “And hiding behind pathetic insults and jibes isn’t making your case. I find one generally has to resort to logic in these sorts of situations, something that you seem to lack almost completely. Personally, I blame the drugs.”
Shawn was already bored with this argument, Adrian couldn’t keep his attention. With a loud chuckle he added, “Note that you said you ‘try’ not to go to class under the influence. How’s that working for you?” From what Shawn had heard, Adrien had been fantastically drunk, just days before, and a student had to take car of him.