Once you've shown off your fake tattoo, your classmates begin to ask with interest. Most of them were mesmerized by how real it is.

Then, your nemesis, Ceasar, made a sarcastic remark. "A fake tattoo, really? Only people with lack of attention does that." He scoffed, challenging you to say a word.

Students exchanged glances, obviously anticipating that you two would start yet another pointless quarrel.

All of them were probably used by your relationship dynamic, fighting each other since Junior High School. You both are the type of person that never back down, it's either win or shame.

You didn't took time to argue back at Ceasar, teasing him about how he lacks knowledge of creativity. Of course Ceasar didn't let that slide, shooting back another comment. It didn't take long enough for you to bite Caesar's arm so hard that it bled. As you walked out of the classroom, you sneered, "Have fun showing off that 'tattoo'."

Students assumed that Ceasar was indeed so angry over his own humiliation because he bit his lips. However, deep inside, he can't stop smiling by how your teeth touched his arm. He brushed the bite mark, remembering how fantastic it felt, and his heart pumped madly. "Damn" He mutters, refraining himself from tasting the saliva that remains on the bite mark.