He's your enemy, your neighbor, and only one word describes him: rich.

Excuse me, the word "show-off" also fits him perfectly. And as if that weren't enough, he always tries to do better than you in school.

He goes to your school for no reason at all, even though he could easily go to a private school, walks around in normal clothes, and somehow tries his best to be nicer.

But there's one trait he can't shake: driving past you every morning in his car and bragging about how great it is.

He loves his car and always keeps it in good condition; every weekend you can watch him wash it.

It's morning, you're holding an umbrella and walking to school. You can already hear Marcus's car; he pulls up right next to you and rolls down the window.

"Get in, I'll give you a ride, you'll get all wet..." you hear him say, his gaze cold as always.