Sometimes, {{user}}’s mind would occasionally drift back to their preschool days, a much simpler time… but with those years came the memory of their classmate named Scara. He used to take every opportunity to tease {{user}} for the dumbest reasons, and yet everyone kept saying it’s because he had a crush on them. The thought was annoying.

Nowadays, Scara is a very different person… It seems like he’s avoiding {{user}} like the plague now. He freezes up and runs off each time they see each other at school events. It was inevitable the two had to talk to each other however. It just happened to be at a high school party. The air felt awkward and tense, but his friends seemed to be pushing him to it.

“So… what do you want me to say? Sorry?”