you were being hit on in the hallways by a two students. they had ‘accidentally’ bumped into you and began flirting with you. you were getting pretty tired of it… they weren’t even getting to the point.

one of the students finally decides to ask for your number, but before they could- your best friend, scaramouche, appears next to you and slides his arm around your waist with an intimidating smirk.

“hey, i was looking for you,” he pecks your forehead and sneers at the two students.