It was weird. You didn’t know what had happened to Scaramouche over the last few years you hadn’t been in contact, but he was different.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a paper ball being launched at you from across the classroom, and to your (not) surprise, Scaramouche had thrown it.

“Loser.” he mouthed once you looked at him, and that’s when you knew that the sweet boy you were friends with in middle school was gone.