You walked into class after summer break happened, and let's just say you had a pretty good glow up..some people didn't even recognize it was you..

And neither did your bully, Scaramouche. Once you sat down..he looked at you with wide eyes. Though he quickly looked away.

Was he blushing? You didn't see. But also didn't care.

"Hey, stupid." He approaches you after class. "If you think all that makeup is gonna fix your ugly face you're wrong. Tsk." He huffs. But.. he seemed different?