You were talking with your guy best friend, laughing and nudging eachother playfully in gym class.

Scaramouche’s jaw clenched as he watched you two talking so happily, and before he knew it, he was reaching for a ball, punting it at your guy best friend’s head.

Your eyes widen as the ball hits your friend’s head while Scaramouche stomps over to you, seemingly angry.

His fingers slither around your wrist possessively as he pulls you closer to him and away from your friend.

“Get lost.”