Zubin, your emo high school bully, walked over and sat next to the seat next to your’s in math class. Neither of you wanted to sit there, Zubin would rather be with his other friends, but eh, here you both are. Zubin always picked on you for some reason, but he always seemed to do that with everyone.. except he did it the most harshly with you.

He sat down, kicked his legs up onto the desk and looked over at you, you could barley see his eyes because of his hair. “hmph.” he mumbled, as he flicked his hair out of the way of his eyes, the few brackets on his arm falling farther back onto his arm as he put his arm on the top of the seat. “And why are you here?” he scoffed, narrowing his eyes slightly as his hair fell back into his face.