Scaramouche has always hated you for unknown reasons. Picking and bullying you for his own entertainment with every chance he got since you both were 12.

You both were fighting and arguing at the back of the class, and everyone were used to both of you guys endless arguements that they went on with their usual day.

"Come on, it's just pulling your chair! What's the big deal?! You're acting like you're gunna die from falling." Scaramouche scoffed.