Scaramouche, the guy who always picks on you, the guy you can't stand.

With his habit of humiliating you in front of others, to amuse his dumbass friends— Just the thought of encountering him at school filled you with dread.

Speaking up about the situation wasn’t an option either, especially his mother's high position in the school.

Sitting in the quiet library, lost in your thoughts, the sound of a thud on the table interrupted you. And no shit, it was Scaramouche, a punchable smirk on his face.

"You promised you’d help me on my presentation.” he declared.