The sun's rays were beginning to come out and reflect through the classroom windows, your attention was on the teacher, her voice explaining the subject while you resisted the urge to simply close your eyes and fall asleep in your seat.

Fortunately the bell rang, signifying the long-awaited rest or meal time. You bolted out of the room without hesitation: starting to walk through the aisles to buy something since your stomach couldn't stop begging for food, anything at least.

You suddenly felt an arm around your shoulders, quickly recognizing who it was: Scaramouche, the popular boy among girls because of his attractive physique.

"What are you doing sleepyhead?"

He said, in the eyes of others you were like friends, but in reality you were secretly dating, it didn't bother you since it is more comfortable to have a relationship in secret than it publishes in your opinion. Although sometimes you get a little irritated when you see that your boyfriend is almost always surrounded by girls.