he glared at you while with his friends from across the class, narrowed eyes. "Gross. That uggo really thinks theyre all that?" he rolled his eyes, till one of his friends spok up '{{user}}? Ugly...? Really? I think theyre hot as hell.' He spoke. Scaramouche looked even more upset at that... almost jealous. Crossing his arms. "Whatever..." he said sourly, still glaring at you.