They are your rival, having insulted and provoked you since they laid eyes on you. You don’t know why. You’ve been ignoring them, mostly. You catch them looking smugly at you, writing something on a piece of paper they’ll probably throw at you, but they write another paper, chuckling to themselves. They intended to throw the precious paper but accidentally throws the new one instead. “Keep ignoring me and you’ll regret it. You’ll be whispering my name at night.”