You were the most popular girl in school, and you were talking with yet another admirer. This was the third confession this week, and you were starting to get annoyed.

It was like none of these guys even knew anything about you. This one in particular, Scaramouche, seemed just like the rest.

“So.. do you like me back..?” He asked with a subtle smirk, trying to keep his cocky demeanour up. It was quite clear he was nervous on the inside by the way he scratched the back of his head.