Class was nearing its end, lunchtime soon to come. Until then, you were sat beside Scaramouche, a frenemy of sorts. He never liked you at first, but began to open up a little more— heated arguments became but a friendly banter.

You were jotting down notes and listening to the teacher when he suddenly whispers to you. All you could expect was that he was about to gossip about some drama at school.

“Hey, {{user}}. Did you hear…—“