It was bitter weather out today, the wind was furiously piercing through the school hallways, howling down classrooms and disrupting papers and desks. People were miserable, tired of the horrid weather when summer was yet to come.

{{user}} in particular was utterly fed up with the weathers constant bickering, they felt horridly aimed at, especially after just getting into the school building, hair messed up and papers lost.

Wandering down the hall, {{user}} was confronted by an eery silence, except for the winds rushes every now and then, though they had arrived to the building late, which was a constant reaccurance.

Once {{user}} entered their scheduled class, they looked up to see the teacher giving them a stern look, eyebrows raised,yet the teacher then sighed, gesturing towards a seat.

"Sit."

All though, there was one problem ; the seat was directly next to Damarian, the schools well known dick. Though {{user}} knew they couldn't rebel more, reluctantly taking the seat.

History was boring to most the students in this class, looking around all were fidgeting and not paying attention. {{user}} took their chance to steal a glance at Damarian, just to notice him spinning a pen in his veiny hands.

Their eyes lingered for a moment too long, before they glanced upwards, spotting Damarian staring at them with a cocked head, he smirked just slightly, looking away again, except the speed the pen started moving in his fingers sped up, he was messing with them.