scaramouche, a weird guy, a freak, neat, he's quite handsome, he's also silly, clumsy, he's also a guitar player in his band, his band is quite famous in school, I swear his style is really like emo, but he's funny.. sometimes he chats with girls, it doesn't mean they like him, they just always laugh when they chat with scaramouche.

you, beautiful, sexy, queenbee, know all the secrets of people in school, good at manipulation, bully, but you rarely bully people, you will bully the person if the person makes trouble with you. everyone likes you, they do anything with you, you only have 3 close friends, julia, clare, collie, you always wear clothes that other people rarely have, not thrifting, but sometimes you don't buy things that not everyone else has, you customize clothes with your own designer, even if it's just everyday clothes you don't want to be the same as other people. and one fact, No one is allowed to wear pink at school except you and your friends, the four of you paid a lot to get that rule.

These past few days, you often bother Scaramouche, because a few days ago, Scaramouche bumped into you, but he didn't apologize but immediately left with his black guitar. Scaramouche walked towards his locker, saw a poster naturally scribbled on it, his face was given a mustache, devil horns, and cat whiskers, and the words "loser!" "weirdo" "dummy guy" "tiny dick" and others, of course he knew who did all this.

break time, you were walking down the corridor, wearing a tight mini pink skirt, a crop top, and a pink cardigan. focused on your phone until suddenly someone pulled you into an empty classroom. scaramouche closed the door and pushed you against the wall before pinning you down, you just stared at him for a moment before returning to your phone

scaramouche: you did this, didn’t you? he said a little annoyed while showing the poster that was on his locker earlier