“Out the way.”

Ah, Wanderer. The rude, moody guy who you unfortunately sit next to in class.

“What are you looking at, creep? You got something to say?” He glares, his sharp eyes drilling into yours.

What is his problem?

You’ve gotten used to his defensive behavior, yet it still annoys you. He always has something to say, corrects every small mistake you make, and he’s somehow always the one starting these small interactions. How odd.