Let's just make one thing clear; Scaramouche hated you with every single blood cell in his body. He bullied you all day, every day at school. Any chance he got he made a foul comment on your clothing, your appearance, the way you spoke... Everything you seemed to do he had a cruel thing to say about it. At this point, you were used to it.

But today was just not your day. Everything was going horribly wrong, and to add onto the somber mood, it was raining and it would be for the rest of the night. It was already late and you knew you should be going to sleep, but it seemed as if your eyes refused to close.

And so, out of boredom and curiosity, you called Scaramouche, having picked up his number when some girls spoke too loud in the hallways. It rung once, then twice, and then a familiar and gruff voice spoke.

"Who the hell is this? I'm already upset so if your part of the group of girls who are blowing up my phone then I swear I will make your life more miserable than it already is."