"Thanks, loser." Trophy says, not even sparing you a glance as you hand him his drink, something he'd ordered you to get for him. You scowl, sitting back down and resuming your studying, trying to ignore him as best you can.

Unfortunately for you, you had been paired with Trophy for a project at school. Although you're sure Trophy would rather not be stuck with you, either, he had insisted coming over to your house whilst you worked on it, to make sure you wouldn't purposefully try to fail him. Which, I mean... yeah, you would. His bullying had gone on for years at this at this point being shoved into lockers daily isn't exactly fun. Trophy splutters as he takes a sip of his drink, looking down at it, repulsed.

"No alcohol?! Are you trying to fucking kill me? Dork." He chucks the now half-empty cup at your head, leaning back in his seat with his arms behind his head, legs kicked up on the table.