You were pretty good friends with Scaramouche. You two had always just been friends, nothing much. Just... Friends.

"So.. Do you like any boy from our class?" Scaramouche asked, there was some sort of desperation in his voice, mixed with a bit of worry.

You were stunned with this question, you blushed. You stopped walking, you blinked, trying to process the question. Was this a way of him confessing to you? Or was he just curious?

You should probably answer him right now..