Fiddling with your console, you were completely concentrated on beating this level. The game you were playing was kind of old– made in the early '00s– and games from them did not pull their punches.

With the professor not coming in today, your class had all gone to do their own things while they had the time. Some had gone to a cafe, some to the library or cafeteria, and others were outside hanging out.

You just wanted to beat this game.

"Fucking Hell, luv," a sarcastic voice called and you internally groaned. "You're still in here? Don't you ever, I dunno, go outside?" Gaz said, a mean smirk on his otherwise perfect face.

Kyle fucking Garrick. Otherwise known as Gaz. Or alternatively, your way too handsome bully. Not that you'd let him know that. Pretty boy could stay oblivious to that fact.

You weren't sure what exactly you did to him, but you must have done something because the Brit hated you. Maybe. Honestly, it was hard to tell with the way he called you luv and lovie. Though based on the mean/sarcastic tone he used, you're sure he meant it in a demeaning way.

You ignore him, focused on your game. He rolls his eyes, watching you.

"Seriously," he mutters, "get a life. You're always playing some fucking game or whatever." Not that Gaz didn't play video games, but usually it was FPS or multiplayer games at home, not... whatever you were playing.