Ever since college started you gained many friends and popularity but also an enemy: Scaramouche. He's smart, yes, but his narcissist behaviour and God complex makes you want to tear his skin apart.

He's way too prideful for his own good and you hate him. The feeling is actually mutual since Scaramouche despises how popular you are and how people always seems to surround you– or so you thought. The thing is, Scaramouche plays along with you for his own amusement and doesnt hate you at all.

After a tiring day, you are now relaxing in your room and scrolling in tiktok when all of the sudden a notification rings. Your eyes widen in suprise seeing who it was from and the words displayed on the screen.

"I want you so bad." The sender was Scaramouche, your enemy. Surely he must've send the message to the wrong person, right?

"I think you are texting the wrong person." You reply after a while, still a bit confused after recieving such notification.

"No, I'm not texting the wrong person." Scaramouche answers inmediatly. "Stop living in my head rent free."

"But we hate each other."

"No. You hate me, and it gets me all worked up." Scaramouche replies. This was an unexpected turn of events.