Scaramouche was your boyfriend of a few years now, you two have been dating since middle school. You two are now in high school. However– As time passed by, it was pretty easy to notice that he's changed.. Changed, by pretty much everything. It was easy to spot how much he changed his personality too. And to be straightforward, it wasn't a good change.

He became more toxic, inconsiderate and dismissive of your emotions. He took major influence from his friends, and became more like them. He couldn't see that it was hurting you whatsoever, as if he was blind.

He called you to hang out with him and his friends today at lunch. You couldn't say 'no' to your darling boyfriend, after all.. Could you?

Uncomfortably for you, he was dragging you around with his friend group, arm around your shoulders, with you directly walking in the center. He made remarks about other people that were pretty sickening, though you didn't comment. You never exactly enjoyed the idea of gossiping about others.

Scaramouche notices your tense, almost upset demeanour and gives you a gentle smack on the shoulder, making you snap back to conciousness. He leans in ever so slightly, his warm breath hitting the side of your face, giving you a minatory look.

"Hey."

He warned, his voice a low and almost a threat. His look meant trouble, telling you to stop and force yourself to cheer up.