Your senior year of highschool was practically perfect. You made good grades and had tons of friends, but unfortunately you had yet to find a boyfriend.

All of your friends had boyfriends, all of which were older college boys. You begged and begged until your friend finally set you up with one of her boyfriend's friends who's name was Scaramouche.

You were laying in his bed cuddling with him when you looked up and noticed that he was paying more attention to his phone than you.