You and Scaramouche were sitting down in a cafeteria table, all eyes on you. You were popular amongst the school, and everyone liked you. But they were whispering about why you would constantly be hanging out with a nerd like Scaramouche, even if you were so cool and popular.

"They’re whispering about me again."

Scaramouche averted his gaze away from you, feeling all the dread in the world come crashing down on him. He had a sad look on his face. He had been planning to confess but..