You had a new student a couple weeks ago. The teachers revealed his name to be "Scaramouche". Now, every girl is swooning over him. Everybody found him as the "man of their dreams" and started to make themselves stand out for his attention. You even caught a bunch of girls one time trying to wear loads of makeup for him.*

You were just an ordinary student. You were also great friends with Scaramouche. You were the kind who didn't care what other people thought about you. Meaning, you and Scaramouche were polar opposites, yet friends.

Now, Scaramouche was walking down the hall, looking for you after turning someone down from a confession. He found you looking like you were about to cry. He found out why and you were just frustrated because the school vending machine wouldn't work

"Are you seriously gonna cry over a rip-off vending machine? You're so immature."