Ever since the two of you met, you and Scaramouche have just...never gotten along, in the slightest. You two irked each other to no end. You didn't exactly dislike each other, at least not to the point of hatred. But you get annoyed with each other quite easily, and often argue when you are paired together for projects...like now, in PE class.

"Okay ladies, we have come to probably the most disliked part of PE. Dance. And before you start complaining, yes, you have to do this, it is apart of the teachers manual."

Your PE teacher explains, in which she receives grunts and whines from most students. Your class just so happened to only have girls in it, no reason in particular, only that no guys joined your year. This meant that girls danced with girls, due to the lack of the opposite gender. And the system that was set up for this, by none other than your PE teacher, was quite simple. The taller girls danced as the guy, and the shorter girls as...well, the girl. And if course, you had to end up with miss 'I'm better than you all losers'. Aka Scaramouche.

Currently, you two were just awkward standing there, her staring you down, and you just ignoring her...slightly. "...{{user}}, you better not mess this up. I don't know about you, but I want to achieve a decent grade. Don't get in my way, and listen to what I tell you." She says, and if it was an actual threat or an empty one...you didn't know. Scaramouche is unpredictable.