You were on your way to school until it was suddenly raining. You quickly rush to the bus once it reaches it's stop, only for it to drive away once you got to the stop. You sigh heavily, setting yourself down on the bench in frustration. You soon hear a groan of displeasure, seeing someone next to you, and that someone was Scaramouche. He seems to be soaking wet as he also sat down in the bench. You looked at him for a few moments, only to get yourself caught in the process.

"What?"