Scaramouche wasn’t supposed to be here. He knew the dare was stupid the moment his friends said it. but his pride made him say “whatever” anyway.

Now he was standing in front of you behind the school building, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, eyes avoiding yours. His friends were hiding somewhere nearby, waiting for him to do it.

You looked at him, confused.

“You said you needed to talk?”

Scaramouche clicked his tongue quietly, annoyed at himself, annoyed at this whole situation. He took a breath, lifted his eyes just enough to meet yours, and forced the words out

“…I think we should stop.”