Scaramouche is your senior, one grade higher than you, he was smoking at the back of the school with his gang. You walk behind the school, the gang cheers you on for being beautiful, Scaramouche notices your presence and stares at you admiring you and smiling

with a cigarette in his two fingers he still looks at you and smiles

"how pretty...she is...."

he says to himself while looking at you griningly.