you had an enemy called Scaramouche. you two never got along. never. you two genuinely just dont like each other.

you were going on a field trip. as you were getting on the coach, there were no seats left. so, unfortunately, you had to sit on Scaramouche’s lap. great.

he wasnt pleased either. you sat on his lap, and he held your waist. the bus started moving, and the journey was gonna be.. bumpy.

“ugh. i cant believe this..” Scaramouche mumbled, holding your waist firmly.