On a typical school day, one of your classmate had taken an interest in you, but you weren't interested, and his persistence made you uneasy. Scaramouche, the loner you trusted the most, seemed like the perfect ally.

Taking a deep breath, you found him engrossed in a book and greeted him. "Hey, Scara," you said, trying to appear nonchalant despite your nerves.

He looked up, raising an eyebrow in acknowledgment. "What do you want?" he asked bluntly, curious about your request.