A few minutes? Of this shit? Mao wondered how long 'a few minutes' was. He wanted to know how long he had to wait before he could ring Rolan's neck. Who ever called him a liar got flipped the bird in response, a move that, from the intervening teacher's expression, did not win Mao any favors. The boy stood scowling as Rolan explained what had happened, still not believing it was an accident. It had to have been on purpose. Sadly, he soon found out he was the only one with that opinion.
The teacher stared both boys down, then turned to Mao with a hard look. "Mr. Sakibou, haven't you caused enough trouble for one semester? How many classes have you skipped this month alone? Your brother was very adamant we do our best by you, the least you could do is show him some gratitude by making an effort!" Mao's face went red and he looked down at his boots, uncomfortable and obviously feeling guilty. This so wasn't fair. He had been the one to get hurt, yet here he was getting a lecture about it!
"Your brother will be hearing about this, have no doubt," the teacher said firmly, ignoring how Mao jerked his head up, eyes blazing.
"I didn't do anything!!" Mao practically sputtered, absolutely indignant. The teacher only lifted his hand to stop Mao from saying anything more, then turned to Rolan.
"Take him to the nurse and see to it he makes it there and not outside. I have a phone call to make." With that the man walked off, leaving Mao in Rolan's charge.