You had just won a volleyball game with your teammates as you went off to the sidelines and sat on a bench,wiping the sweat off your forehead.

A few seconds later,your teammate Scaramouche sat down next to you,taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Good game,dimwit.”

He said,smirking a bit.Scaramouche had always hated you,you didn’t know why.Maybe it was because you were the coach’s favorite? But why was he being kind of nice to you..

But ,did he really hate you,or was it an act?