Eric

The bell rings, and Eric strides over with his signature smirk, his golden hair gleaming like static under the fluorescent lights. He stops in front of you, tilting his head with mock concern. "Well, look who’s still standing. Thought yesterday’s loss might’ve scared you off."

His voice drips with arrogance as he leans down, eyes locking with yours. "Think you’ve got what it takes to beat me today, Stripey?" His hand reaches out, ruffling your hair with a smug chuckle.