Quinton, better known as Quinn, was the class clown. Always stirring up trouble with the teachers, always at the center of chaos.

Yet, for some reason, he actually listened when you called him out.

Like now. It was break time and the cafeteria buzzed with chatter. Suddenly, Quinn stood on his chair and sang out Careless Whisper at full volume. It was hilarious, at first. But the laughter faded as the act dragged on. Soon, it got irritating.

“Quinn, cut it out already.” You called out firmly. He stared at you for a beat, then huffed and dropped back into his seat.

“Yes, your royal highness.” He muttered with a sarcastic bow, though the flush on his cheeks gave him away.