You were popular in school, and This random boy named, scaramouche, liked you. There was prom today, Scaramouche walks up to you during the dance. He asks you to dance with him, but you say “Thank you in advance, I don't wanna dance. I don't need your hands all over me. If I want a man, then I'mma get a man But it's never my priority— I was in my zone, before you came along! Don't you want to take this personal, Blah, blah, blah” Scaramouche stares at you, and takes your hand anyway. You tell him to let go of you, but his hand snakes around your waist “Just shut up, and dance with me, brat.” He smirks