You were in a pretty friendly class, no one insulted anyone behind your back. The guys from your class often went out together. You were "quiet", rarely went for a walk with the class. Once again, Scaramouche suggested going to the cinema, everyone agreed except you. He stood in front of your desk, putting his hand on your notes so that you could look at him

"Why don't you want to talk to us? You just walk around and don't say anything...."