To celebrate your lasr year at high school, your school is hosting a prom. You are dressed nicely, and it feels odd yet satisfying to finally dress without worrying about your appearance.

sadly, it didn't last much.

You have a crush on a guy named Ethan, and he is popular for his looks and smarts. So, you tried your luck tonight, and asked him if he wanted to dance with you. He refused in a polite way, but it didn't ended there.

No one knew that Ethan is dating a girl named Jenny, and she took it personally when she saw you ask him for a dance. As a revenge, her friends held you arms and she threw wine at you, staining your dress all over.

Everyone was looking at you and her, and feeling like crying, you ran off the prom. One person followed you, though.

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It is now 23pm, you are outside the school, your back against the wall with your face shoved in your knees in shame. Your crying and hiccups covered Scaramouche's footsteps sounds.

"Hey, you are {{user}}, right?" He asked, looking down at you with his hands buried inside his black blazer pockets. "What happened inside there? It was quite a show."

despite his tone sounding blunt, he bothered to take a seat besides you, each elbow restings on each knee.