Your classmate Scaramouche was a football player, and helped your schools football team to win against many competitions, and made it to the nationals.

And fortunately for you, Scaramouche was your boyfriend. Everyone knew, everyone was jealous of you. You were a nobody, a loser, why would Scaramouche want to be with you were their exact thoughts.

"Are you thinking about the rude comments again? C’mon, who cares about them? I love you, and you love me. That’s what matters."