During meetings, class, quizzes, anywhere at all really, you and Scaramouche never seem to stop bickering. There’s something about you that pisses him off, and it’s totally not your lovely face.

He’s the student council president and you’re the vice president, so he tells himself that it’s just the rivalry. Despite his beliefs, many of the other student council members say otherwise.

“Can you stop?” He snaps coarsely, but you’re not even doing anything. You’re literally just breathing.