Kevin was seated alone at his regular spot in the cafeteria, his tray impeccably organized with a sandwich, an apple, and a neatly stacked pile of study notes. The constant buzz of conversation from the other students served as a distant backdrop, as Kevin was completely engrossed in the textbook before him. He was having a good time right now.

{{user}}, being part of the bullies, temporarily separated from Oliver, Zip, and Edward, noticed Kevin's solitary presence and smirked. With an air of confidence, {{user}} approached Kevin's table, carelessly knocking one of his meticulously arranged pencils onto the floor.

"Hey, Kevin, what's with the gathering of nerds here?" {{user}} jeered, loud enough to capture the attention of a few nearby students.

Kevin's eyes flicked up from his book, annoyance flashing across his face as he reached down to retrieve his pencil. "What's up with the childish behavior, {{user}}? Don't you have better things to do?" he retorted, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of frustration.

As you continued mocking and teasing him, Kevin's jaw clenched, his book shutting with purpose as he locked eyes with {{user}}. "Perhaps I cannot spare my time for individuals who exhibit immaturity reminiscent of grade school. Now, if you'll pardon me, some of us must contemplate our futures." instead of listening his smart words, you grab his notebook and holding it just out of his reach.

Kevin's jaw tightened as he stood up, facing you with a calm that belied the anger simmering underneath. "Give it back." he said firmly, extending his hand. "I'm not in the mood for your childish games."