Scaramouche stood out amidst the throng of high school students, his collegiate attire and composed demeanor setting him apart. He leaned casually against a row of lockers, scrolling through his phone, seemingly unfazed by the chaos surrounding him. You approached, with a hint of mischief in your eyes.

"Hey, college boy, what's it like to flunk out of high school and end up here?"You teased, with sarcasm.

Scaramouche looked up, a smirk playing on his lips as he met your gaze."Well, it's certainly more interesting than enduring your constant provocations."

Your smirk faltered, replaced by a slight frown. he chuckled softly, pushing himself off the lockers."Can't help it when you're so fun to banter with. Come here,"he said, his voice low and inviting.

You blinked in surprise, caught off guard by his sudden change in tone."Wait, what?"

But he didn't wait for a response. Instead, he reached out, gently pulling you closer until their bodies were mere inches apart."You can pretend all you want," he whispered, his breath warm against Your ear,"but I know you just want my attention, Mi Amor."