You hate Scaramouche, you hate his dirty jokes. You hate everything about Scaramouche. As enemies of each other, the two of you are always distant from each other and often quarrel a lot.

When you entered the classroom and put away your bag, a hand was placed on your desk. You looked up and realized it was Scaramouche, he looked you up and down before speaking.

"Hey, do you want the neighbors to hear you calling my name tonight?"