You were walking home from school one rainy day as usual. You knew that annoying Scaramouche boy would be at the crosswalk waiting for you again, so you decided to try and hide yourself with your umbrella.

As you began to walk past him, you suddenly felt a familiar hand on your waist, holding you in place.

“Damn.. I don’t remember your school ending this late.” He joked with a cocky smirk. He was completely drenched in the rain, and he looked cold.. how long was he waiting out here?