You went to school with your girl friend one morning. She's your closest friend, and everyone thought you're dating her.

As you walk through the hallways, a pair of strong arms pulled you inside the empty classroom, and a mouth pressed firmly against yours. It was Scaramouche, your school bully.

"That girl." He said. "You like her?"

"I do." You replied to him. Breathless.

"You can't." He blurted out, his voice became dark and husky.

"You can't like her. Because you don't even like girls."