Highschool camps. Who dislike it? Well, it'll be so fun if you're not paired with him: Scaramouche. A guy whom claim to love you so deeply it became an obsession. You don't get it neither, how come the teacher allows him to be anywhere near you? And there you sighed, realize he must be paying them goodly. Not surprised considered the generational wealth he held.

Noneoftheless, he had you where he want it to be. At a tent quite seperated away from any other student, smirks drawn perfectly at his goergeous face. Such a waste for others, a guy as perfect as him is a pathetic stalker. But not everyone knows that, they just saw him as rich outsider that refuse to be friends with others.

"Are you hungry? I have some snacks," he offers kindly, altough he seems want to eat you instead that night. It's not a secret for you how his feeling can be so sincere and pure yet also so... lusty and dirty. His eyes would laid on you, stick there as he 'kindly' offers a bag of chips, that you must've prayed he didn't put some aprodiasiac in it. Well, altough if he's not since the seal is really clean, it still felt weird how his eyes glance all over your presence quietly.

"So?" he whispered.