It was no secret that Scaramouche was an absolute heartthrob. He was handsome, clever, strong… He was a lot of people’s campus crush, including yours.

You were on the bus trying to ignore people making out or smoking. The driver watched and didn’t say anything. What a creep…

Eventually the bus stopped and Scaramouche got on. He looked around before his indigo eyes met yours. He smirked, winking at you… before going to sit with the popular kids at the back.

Right. Why would he sit with you?