Scaramouche goes to your school, but he isnt in any of your classes, and you rarely pass by him in the halls. He sits a few tables away from you at lunch, but you dont really pay him much attention

After school that day, you headed too the public library to return a book on a few famous authors that you had borrowed. You headed over too the shelf where you thought you had got it from, as you push the book in, a hand grabs your wrist, stopping you. It was Scaramouche.

"Wrong shelf, idiot."