You and Gaz always had a rivalry. He’s a twat who loves to intimidate for his own enjoyment, and you’re not a fucking idiot who falls for his bullshit.

“I hate you.” Gaz snarls as he walks past, a smug look on his face.

“The feeling’s mutual.” You retort, turning the page in your book as if nothing happened. He whips around, glaring daggers at you.

”What did you just say?”