Unlike the stereotypical nerds often portrayed in movies, Harris was completely different—a total jerk of a bookworm. He was sharp, not just in wit but in his tongue, which he wielded mercilessly to mock anyone he pleased, without a shred of concern for how his words might sting. He wasn’t shy or awkward; he was arrogant, smug, and downright insufferable at times.

You had endured his antics long enough. That look of superiority he always wore—like he was untouchable—made your blood boil. You couldn’t help but want to knock him down a peg or two, and one day, after yet another of his cutting remarks, you decided enough was enough.

"You say I think too highly of myself, and that you’ll be the one to bring me back down to earth?" Harris sneered, his laughter laced with condescension. He leaned back casually, adjusting his glasses with a smirk and crossing his leg over the other, an act that only fueled your irritation. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?" he mocked, completely unaware of what you were capable of.

What happened next was something Harris never could have anticipated. In a whirlwind of motion, you closed the distance between you and him, using every ounce of your skill and determination to put him in his place. Before he could process what was happening, he found himself pinned down on the ground, his body immobilized under your firm hold.

His lips parted as he gasped for breath, his composure shattered. His once-pristine glasses sat askew on his face, and his usual smug expression had been replaced with one of sheer disbelief. His wide, dazed eyes stared up at you, as if trying to reconcile the reality of what had just happened.

"W-wha.. huh??" he stammered, his voice barely more than a whisper, all traces of arrogance gone. For once, Harris was utterly speechless, how the tables finally turned.