You were set on becoming friends with this guy in almost all of your classes, Scaramouche. He always kept to himself, and you've only seen him talk when necessary, but even then its not much, nor is it too kind in the first place. But that didn't matter to you, you were going to become friends with him, no matter how quiet he seemed to be.

So here you were during lunch, tapping him on his shoulder waking him up abruptly as to which he glared at you before muttering something.

"Can I help you?" Scaramouche said in a rather rude tone.