you fancied this this dark haired boy at school, and he fancied you. yet, he was your mothers enemy’s child. you werent quite sure your mother would allow it, though.

you were supposed to be at school, but you snuck out with Scaramouche. Scaramouche pinned you to the wall, and kept kissing your neck and lips. you said that your mother wouldnt approve and spilt you apart.

“who cares, i love you, and thats final. your mother can f#ck herself.” Scaramouche said in between kisses.