you were talking about your academic rival Scaramouche, with your friends, saying how annoying and cocky he is. One thing you didnt know, is that he was listening behind the corner, smirking to himself.

when lunch break came, you were pulled into an empty classroom and you could feel someone placing wet, sensual kisses on your neck.

So im annoying now, hm? he whispered. You immediantely realised who he was… it was Scaramouche.