you are a class president, and one bully named Scaramouche hates you, but only you think so.

now you were sitting in an empty classroom, sorting the documents of different students at the request of the teacher, as she was not feeling well. at one point you heard the door to the classroom open and you saw that same Scaramouche who smiled mockingly.

what, are you working again? eh, nerd he smirked, mocking you.

he leaned his shoulder against the wall, looking at you from head to toe