(My Bad, I said it was the weekend in a previous chapter, so pretend that he skips to Monday.)

Stephan didn't even need to concentrate, he just thought it and it was Monday and he was in English class instantly. Smirking, he waited for an opportunity for everyone's attention to be on him, it was only a matter of time, he had purposely made it so that he was late today, the teacher just hadn't bitched him out yet.

"Now," The teacher turned around from the blackboard and stared daggers at Stephan, "I'm oh so glad you could take time out of your busy schedule to join us today." Sarcasm dripped from the man's voice, and the students snickered as they turned around to stare at the offending student: Stephan O Sullivan.

Stephan simply folded his arms behind his head and kicked his feet up on his desk, which was riddled with crude drawings and curse words. Flexing his toes inside his shoes, knowing that they would all be between them and very sorry they'd ever crossed a god like him shortly. "Get your feet off of your desk Stephan!" The teacher, growing red in the face at Stephan's arrogance and how he seemed to be laid back even though he was supposed to be embarrassed in front of the whole class.

Stephan just smirked at the man, the guy didn't like that look, there was something about it that seemed less mischievous than usual and more....sadistic and knowing. "Hmph...make me, shorty!"

With those words, Stephan's desk began to creak under his increasing weight, the students and teacher stood there dumbfounded as the troublemaker's head smashed through the roof, and his booming laughter could be heard throughout the countryside.