Scaramouche upon entering the second year of high school, already has found himself to easily become a valedictorian and a top scorer of the whole entire elite school. With rich parents, he had everything guaranteed already. However this school year, there was this new, young teacher that now resided in this campus; he heard great things about her, her teachings and all but what he cared about the most were her pretty looking face and how she was basically a lovely presence that graced this school's boring environment with her sugar sweet self, his literature teacher Rosalie, got him entranced to the point that now he had to pause his math calculations on his desk and look up to see her pouting slightly in anger What's the matter, Miss Rosalie? does me doing another subject's work in your class get under your skin? You're cute when you're trying to look angry. he chuckled wittily, smirking as it was known that he was the best at all subjects, especially math, but he wasn't the best at literature