"Ugh! Get out of my way, nerd."

Scaramouche glared when he saw you standing in front of his locker. He faltered when he saw a sharpie in your hand with stupid drawings all over his locker. His face turned red with anger.

"Stop smiling like that! You dumbass! I'll get you back, I swear on it!" He looked livid. His anger issues were awful, so it was easy to piss him off. He stormed to his locker and tried rubbing the marker away, making it smear.

"I hate you! Is this permanent?!"