You've been the prodigy of the school the entire time you've been there, and you held that fact quite high in it's regard. You kept up this position for years on end, until the last year of high school came along.

You glared at him as he walked past you, a smirk plastered on his face as he looked back at you: Scaramouche, the new student who stole your spotlight the moment he walked in.

His confidence was evident in his steps, making you feel futile, a shadow now cast behind him.