Given your desperation, the school's loser as a boyfriend should have been your last thought.

Initially, it wasn't bad- despite his untidy hair, stupid glasses, and cringe-inducing slangs, he was cute at least.

Until he started bombarding you with messages, often clinging by your side, giving dirty looks to your friends, and constantly asking if he was your second choice.

“Let’s go to my room.”

Yet, you couldn't help but wonder why you had agreed to visit his house, with Scaramouche appearing to be eager with your company.