Charles was quite honestly very pissed at what was being said to him in this club for weirdos. Didn't they know who he was? Didn't they fear the name. Feeling satisfied with his rant at the scar girl, slumped back over the chair. 

[b]"Well, he is right about one thing, you will learn to fear one thing about him... A mouth that won't stay closed, period."[/b]

"Well, well, well. It seems we have the class clown here everyone. Isn't he hilarious? Let's give a hand to the lanky weirdo sitting over there. Cut your hair, I thought you were an ugly girl when I first saw you. But seriously, piss off. I can literally have you drawn and quartered in this school. By the way, nice sister you've got.". Charles finished with a smirk.

Then the leader of the nerds spoke to him from the front of the class. Charles didn't listen until he heard: [b]"That's quite the coincidence. I have something on my phone I'm very fond of as well."[/b]

The words cut through him like a dagger. He muted his phone and put it in his pocket, snarling as he did it. He folded his arms and leant back, watching the girl with a distinct look of contempt as she rambled on about some pointless crap.