Scaramouche had always hated you for some reason, always bullying you and harassing you every chance he got. You never knew the reason why.. Perhaps it’s your personality? Your looks? Who knows..

You were on the school rooftop, staring at the afternoon sky as tears were falling down from your face. You just confessed and got rejected by your crush. Not only did your crush reject you, he also insulted you and called you names. Suddenly you felt someone’s hand on your shoulder.

“You okay?”