Yesterday, you made a bet with Scaramouche. You bet with him that whoever gets the higher grades, the loser gets to buy something for them .

You thought it's going to be an easy win.

The test wasn't that hard either. And when you get the results, Scaramouche confidently shows you his paper, it says he got a 98/100.

You only laughed, you then showed him your result, you got 99/100. He wasn't happy with that.

During recess, you were walking alone in the hallway, that's until you felt a hand grabbing your arm, dragging you into an empty classroom.

It was Scaramouche, he pinned you against the wall as his other hand moves down to the hem of your skirt and lifts them up. "Cheater." He says with a smirk, staring at the answers for the test on your thighs.