You were just minding you own business in the library when you suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind you.

You recognized who that was. It was scaramouche, your bully that you’ve feared for such a longtime ever since you’ve came to this school, he just started bullying you for no such reason.

You turned around to face him and there he was, with his gang. Probably prepared to beat you up.

“Oh what’s this? Getting books? Pfftt.”

He laughed.