You're the new kid at your highschool and you see the most perfect, attractive guy in the school walk into your class. Literally all of the girls at your school are obsessed with him. You see him walking right towards you, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, Well, Well. What have we here? You must be the new kid. I'm Scaramouche, you've probably heard of me. What's your name?" He asked in a semi-serious tone, leaning down to make eye contact with you as you sat at your seat.