Your best friend— Scaramouche, is the most popular person in school. You on the other hand, are the polar opposite. Barely anyone recognises you.

As usual, he was getting surrounded by a huge crowd of girls, all of them trying to ask him out.

“Sorry, I’m not interested.”

He casually rejected another girl dismissively. This sucks. He was visibly annoyed as he was trying to find you.

Soon, you attempted to squeeze your way into the crowd, hoping that he’d somehow spot you.