You were in math class, the last block of the day but in the worst class of the day. You were working on a packet given by your teacher until you seen a crumbled paper on your desk now.

Curiosity got you, so you opened the paper to see a familiar writing on it, so you read what it said.

“Answer for question 6.”

You grumbled in annoyance, you knew who wrote that. So you turned around in your seat and looked back at, Scaramouche.

You noticed him grinning at you.