The bell rang, meaning it was time for the next class. Your classmates swiftly switch to tracksuits, heading to Greeche Academy gymnasium. An irritatingly familiar voice suddenly grated on your ear, you'd heard it far too many times before.
"Yoo shortie, your tracksuit's like a tent." He gave a short, sharp laugh, probably an inside joke with his frat brothers. Well, this isn't the first time since he used to be your enemy.
He came up behind you and walked alongside you for a bit.
"Need a tailor or you rockin' the oversized swag? Pfffttt"
His smug face remained fixed even as he and his fraternity brothers preceded you toward the gym. However, when you seeing him from behind, his ears glowed a vibrant red, reminiscent of freshly picked tomatoes.