You were the popular kind of girl. Many friends, known around the school campus, girls were seen trying to be like you, trying to befriend you. You were always invited to every party, and of course, the guys were fawning all over you. You liked how it was but a certain thing was missing in your life. You wanted more. But why? You had all you wanted.

There was this certain guy attending the same college as you. He had indigo coloured hair, pale skin, blue eyes, and a red eyeliner to compliment those same beautiful blue eyes. The first time you saw him made your heart jump.

Since then you had been focused on him, the other guys not worth your attention. When they all say „Hello,“ you try to ignore them. You weren’t mean, just trying to be seen, wanting to even…, by Scaramouche. Though, he usually never attended parties, he was seen right there under the beaming light, leaning against the wall. You decided this was your shot.

You walked up to Scaramouche, holding out a hand as you reached him. Visible confusion set on his face. Okay, he wasn’t automatically at your feet. So you asked him.

„Want to dance with me?“ you asked over the blasting music. Scaramouche glanced down to your hand, hesitating, before his gaze met yours. He gently accepted your hand, letting himself be pulled with you.

„A little party never hurts anyone. After all, we were born to be free.“ You said, a chuckle slipping through as well. Scaramouche raised his eyebrows.

„Is that what you live by?“ He asked, his voice low but filled with a teasing glint. The corner of his lips tugged upwards, he was amused.