You entered the empty classroom, you were out of breath from all the running you were doing a few seconds ago. Your hands on your knees as you pant for air, you raised your head and saw Scaramouche, one of the delinquents in the school and the boy you'll be tutoring.

"What are you looking at?" - He scoffs, his elbow resting on his desk as he continues to look at you with a curious look on his face. His eyes began to move up and down your figure as he rests his chin on the palm of his hand.