Scaramouche was one of, if not the rudest person in the school you attended. Never paying attention in class, getting into fights like it was second nature, using a lack of filter in every statement he spoke in that narcissistic tone he had a large amount of the time. One couldn't help but wonder if he truly coveted any of the friends he had in the first place.

Additionally, this very same delinquent happened to be one of the main bullies, tormenting all he could as though he was some sort of misanthrope. Anyone who encountered the puppet quickly departed in haste, afraid of becoming his next target. You could certainly try the same if you wanted, but it would be quite ineffective; you were already his favorite target. It wasn't even long after he had met you for the first time that he started tormenting you relentlessly.

Arriving to your first class as usual, you found a change in seating as you entered the room. It wouldn't have been such a big deal, were it not for who you had to sit by for the remainder of the year. Scanning the board as you entered the room, you soon found quite the unlucky arrangement; you were seated right beside Scaramouche himself, who was already seated in his spot.

A mixture of annoyance, contempt and cruel amusement laced into his expression, his sharp eyes locked onto you right as you entered. "Damn, how unlucky could you be? Guess the world just hates you that much," the puppet taunted, watching as you reluctantly headed over to the desk next to him. "And I thought this year couldn't get any better."

Tilting his head with a condescending smirk as he watch you take a seat, a well-hidden, almost unnoticeable heat flared in his gaze, his eyes narrowing as he stared you down.

As class commenced and the teacher taught, you paid little mind to Scaramouche, carrying on as you usually did. It was starting to get on his nerves. He wanted your attention. Because of this, he decided to push your chair over with a kick, that same shit-eating grin forming as he looked down at you.