It was the last day of university. After struggling for many years, you finally are graduating– which felt like a dream.

Your classmates decided it was a good idea to host a graduation/goodbye party and so did you, since you accepted the invitation without any kind of second thought. Unluckily, Scaramouche is going to be there as well but who cares about your enemy right now? It's time to celebrate.

Perhaps you got a little too much intoxicated at the party and were no longer thinking straight, causing you to take rather unusual decisions.

Long story short, you kissed Scaramouche, made out with him and... Well, other kind of stuff as well. It's safe to say the next morning you felt mortified, after all he is your enemy.

"This never happened between us, got it?" He murmurs coldly before dressing up, leaving the room without looking behind.

A month went by ever since that incident and you couldnt help but have a bad feeling. Your period is late, way too late– and the positive pregnancy test in your hands is doing nothing to ease your worries.