Everyone sat their desks, half of their attention directed to the class, the other half elsewhere. This teacher had a habit of dragging lessons out to the point where even the good students were tuning out.

Scaramouche was no different. He wasn't a bad student, but he wasn't a good one either. Scara ran with a crowd of other teens that are known for their violence and dirty deeds, they called themselves the Fatui. A classy gang.

But nothing he could do to the teacher would cure his boredom. He turned his attention to the closest student to him, "Hey.”

Luckily for him, the others in the Fatui GC were entertaining enough with their stupidity. But he needed someone to talk shit with. "Want in on the group chat drama?" Scaramouche asked with a sly smile as he waved his phone around in front of you.

Pantalone had a falling out with a ‘business partner’ and sent the other’s credit card on the group for all to use.