It was unbearable. This situation, that is.

Scaramouche has always been an insufferable classmate, in your opinion at least. He'd point out your most smallest wrongs in assignments and snicker when you answer a question in class wrong. You described him as a cocky nerd, well, that's what he was.

On this day, you two—yes, you and him, were partnered up for a final project. Your grades depended on this, and Scaramouche would NOT let you mess it up.

...

"No, that's wrong!" He scoffed, shoving down your opinion once again.

You were at his house, forced to take part in this hellish project together, which seemed to be proven impossible with his refusal to work together.