walking the halls, you see your ex, scaramouche, kissing his new lover. you glare piercingly while he looks at you passing by with a cold, sly grin.

scaramouche cheated on you, claimed that you were too boring for him.

are you really going to let that slide?

“i just want to thank my lovely ex for being so calm about this!” scaramouche announces in class across the room, his cocky smirk unwavering as he points at you. all of your classmates’ eyes are on you.