The Storyteller Pt.2 "In Class"

Eric's pencil flowed over the paper, adding shading here, erasing lightly drawn lines there. He snuck a look up at Ms.Herod, she was pointing at the whiteboard and yammering, she had no eyes for the back corner of the room where Eric was nestled. "Gerald." Eric whispered, hoping to attract the attention of his friend, "Gerald," he repeated. As usual, Gerald had his head buried in his notebook, taking notes about whatever Ms.Herod was talking about. Eric seriously didn't even know what class he was in, it might have been math. "Gerald." Eric gave up and ripped a piece of looseleaf out of his notebook of extreme creativity, crumpled it up, and threw it at Gerald. He twisted to face Eric, his eyes shooting daggers, "What," he hissed. Eric turned his notebook so that it faced Gerald, his eyes shot up. Looking back at Gerald was a six-headed hydra with fire erupting from its mouth, its scaled caught light radiated from a lonely moon overhead. Gerald's mouth was agape, "You drew that?" Eric nodded, feeling cocky, he would often draw to go with his writing. "I call it," he began, then took the notebook and wrote at the bottom of the drawing, he turned it back to Gerald. The paper read Ms.Herod on Monday morning, Gerald's lip quivered, he stuffed his knuckle in his mouth, Eric drew in breath, "Gerald, don't-
Too late, laughter erupted, exploding across the classroom and into the hallway, stopping Ms.Herod and her Arianna Grande tight bun right in the middle of her math or social studies or whatever lesson.
"Gerald, what is it that you find so amusing that it must interrupt our lesson."
Eric almost started laughing himself, Ms.Herod thought her lessons second to nothing.
"Uh, um, Ms.Herod, I was, um, what I mean to say was..."
Gerald trailed off, a stony silence gripped the room, Eric sighed, Gerald had no idea how to deal with teachers. Eric stood up, a goofy grin on his face, "What my man here was trying to say was that I, Eric Jacobson Quil, am a creative genius, there's no other way to word it," he scanned the crowd, chuckles broke out in multiple places, the Kanye West impression got'em every time, "Anyway, he thought your lessons were a little," he paused,"how can i put this nicely, um, a little drab, so I, Eric Jacobson Quil, decided to spice it up a little, so really, Ms.Herod, I'm doing you a favor." With that, Eric sat down, and laughter erupted around the room, from all except a simmering Ms.Herod, "Eric, your insolence has, most unfortunately, earned you yet anothervisit to the principal's office.
Eric shrugged, "Okey Dokey" And walked out the classroom and straight to the bathroom, where he sat in the stall for 20 minutes,his excuse, if anybody asked, was that he had had enchiladas for breakfast and he was dropping a huge deuce.
After 20 minutes, Eric exited the bathroom and began the slow walk to the devil's lair.
TO BE CONTINUED