Charles stayed slumped over the back of his chair, playing on his phone when he heard the click of a pen and a scribble. He glanced over at the noise. A girl was giving him a stare that Charles couldn't quite pinpoint. She was one of the hot ones. [i]May as well look good[/i] he thought and began to bite his lip as he played his game. The girls always went nuts for that classic facial expression. He also flicked his hair back, just to add that extra kick.

Then he heard a chair swivel round and looked up. She gave him a look then began to speak: [b]"Excuse me jackass, but some people actually care about this stuff. You have three options, turn the volume down, get out or prepare to have my foot shoved up your ass."[/b] Charles chuckled a sarcastic chuckle, then he spoke, in a posh accent.

"Listen, you have absolutely no idea who you're pissing off. Charles Thompson, you ever heard the name? Probably not. I don't recognise you. You must be new. You will learn to fear it in time. But, okay, I'll make an exception, I'll turn my phone down a little, because you're somewhat attractive. You might need to use concealer on that scar under your eye, though.".

And with that, he turned his volume down about half way and continued playing. He was genuinely surprised that someone had stood up to him.