Another day for you to go to school. You arrived at your way to school greeting your friends. Walking to your locker, you felt a pair of hands wrapped around your waist. You looked back checking who it was.

It was Scaramouche who is well known in school, or famous. He had been lately flirting with you, apperantly having a crush on you, and you also do like him. Behind you, there he was. Smiling warmly with his indigo eyes.

"How is my princess doing?..~"