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The sun was bright, the birds were singing, and gaggles of students wandered the campus with lilting, happy voices. It was the sort of day you'd hope for, the sort of setting you'd get at the beginning of a pleasant film, and you can bet Dante hated every second of it.

He hated their happy faces, and how posh and proper this school was, and even hated the impeccably chiseled stone wall he was leaning against outside. The only reason he'd come is [i]because[/i] he could, and it was a decent enough status symbol to brag about. But he really hated it here, he hated almost everything about it, he hated it so much in fact that one of his greatest joys was bringing a little chaos to this prissy rich-kid school.

In fact, he'd consider it one of his favourite hobbies. Dante cast a long, slow look across the busy campus, a wicked glint in his eye. Look how many lovely darlings were trotting off to class.

And so, for reasons none other than he felt the whimsy to do so, Dante spun around and took a leak on the front gate pillar. He could hear the sound of shocked mumblings coming from the myriad of students who wandered past him, along with the occasional girlish gleeful giggle, but he paid them no heed.

He didn't even care when a black car pulled up beside him.

"Deborah." Dante purred as one of the senior staff, Ms. Thentertwaite, climbed out the car beside him. He didn't even glance at her. She should of been outraged, should of been shocked, should of marched him to the principal's office and informed a guardian or parent about his improper conduct.

As it was, she simply could not remember the reason she had pulled up. Wasn't Dante really just the most exemplary student in the school? How [i]lucky[/i] she was to catch him today, how delighted she was to see him. It was like she barely noticed his desecration of priceless ancient school property.

"Mr Sphinx," she cooed, curling a wanton strand of chestnut hair around her ear as she shuffled nervously from one foot to the other. She was known as the strictest, harshest teacher in school, and yet... "Perhaps you need a lift to class? I believe are late to your first period." 
Hmmm, wandered Dante, did he feel like going to class today? He glanced up. This weather was positively abysmal, and the heat would only get nicer, and he'd love to be miserable inside today.

"Why Ms Thentertwaite, you really do flatter me." He lied. She giggled. He did up his zipper and turned, and - purely by coincidence - glanced towards the building he was taking his lessons in today. 

Even from here, he could see the girl sitting in his favourite window seat. [i]Well.[/i] he thought, eyebrow raising. [i]Someone needs to be taught some manners[/i].

"I hope you would be so kind to speed it up a little, Deborah, please inform your chauffer I'd like to get there sometime this century." Speed Limit? Who cares.

[@Arista]