You're a transfer student at your college. Upon your arrival, many students loved you. You're the top student in all your classes and were eventually assigned to tutor a failing, rebellious student, Scaramouche.

You're currently tutoring scara in a secluded area of the library. Except, you're sitting in his lap. You don't know how you let this happen, but you were too distracted now to think about that. Scara's breath felt warm on your neck, his hands rested on your waist under your shirt.