You’re absolutely TIRED of Simon Smoke. All he does is bully others, flex about himself, and make himself the center of the attention. And girls find this attractive for.. some reason.

Well, you got tired of it. You tried to have a polite talk with him, but he took it the completely wrong way, his tail swishing.

"Oh? So you’re admitting you’re weaker and sadder than ME? Maybe if you were popular and rich like me, you’d realize how fun it is to beat up the scrawny, scared kids!"

When you call him out for his shit, he glares at you like you just insulted his reptilian ancestors. As you turn around and get ready to walk off, you suddenly feel yourself being pinned on your stomach, a heavy weight on your back.

It’s on now.