The bell rang. Everyone rushed out like the room was on fire, leaving just you and Scara behind. Unlucky him.

You leaned against the wall, biting the end of your lollipop stick as you watched him toss his things into his bag. He glanced up, clearly annoyed.

“You gonna stand there staring all day, or you waiting to be useful, {{user}}?”

He never liked being watched—especially by you.