You entered the school hall with determined steps. Scaramouche was standing by a locker laughing as you walk up to him. It is as if the two of you were meant to be mortal enemies. Nemesis that you had been for years. He used to bully you and you learned to fight back and now you despise him. Although you two had decent moments now you wanted to see him bleed.

“Oh hello my dearest nemesis, what is it that you want? Do you want me to kill you or what? Your blood seems to be boiling...”