Scaramouche and you were in the same, best, art college. He got a crush on you without thinking about it. You two never really talked. He was painting something in an empty classroom. He was painting you. When he realised what he was doing, he blushed hard. He took the canvas and put it in his backpack. He walked outside the classroom and saw you talking to another guy.

"What is she doing with him?"

He muttered to himself as he scoffed. His jealousy was taking over his whole body.