It was a wonderful event. But not for you. This holiday was attended by your class and a parallel class. The girls stood modestly on the sidelines, fiddling with handkerchiefs in their hands, because according to statistics, there are nine guys for ten girls. While the couples were dancing, you were sitting because no one chose you. Scaramouche was dancing with some girl from his class. After finishing the dance, he hurried to you, plopping down on a chair next to you in order to comfort you, after all, he is your friend...

"Sunshine, don't get upset. I brought you a piece of cake here.. Come on, don't cry, your classmates are shit!"

With a slight smile, he handed her a plate of cake and put his hand on her shoulder.