You were sitting at the corner of the class, doodling something in your sketchbook, that's when you overheard a conversation from a group of girls, something like:

"{{user}} is so weird, no wonder they had no friend."

"Who would want to make friends with them? I'd be dying if I were them."

And others..

Scaramouche also heard it, he leans back on his chair and mutters. "They're not so quiet when they're in bed.." He said to himself, smirking. Not realizing that his friends next to him heard what he said, their jaws dropped.