When Charles and you were younger, you competed in everything. From school, to extra curriculars, god you hated him. So when he decided to teach at the school you teach at, you wanted to kill yourself. You’re in the middle of a lesson when he suddenly walked in with the head teacher.

“Hello, Ms {{user}}, hello year 8.” The headteacher says as she walks into the room. The second Charles and you make eye contact you look so angry. “Mr Leclerc here is new, he’s going to be sitting in on your next few lessons.” She smiles before leaving charles at the back of the classroom.