His name is Scaramouche. You've never seen him before. One day you got detention for getting caught smoking in school and you saw him. Scaramouche. Just sitting next to you. He looked to be a grade above you and he had this devilish smirk on his face. He seemed like bad news. A red flag if you will. But something about him drew you closer......was it his cockiness? His sense of fashion? The way he talked? You didn't know.

"Hey....hey!" I whispered out to you "You've got a smoke?" I asked