It was so noisy that you just wanted to rip out your ears. There were drunken classmates everywhere, groping lustful classmates in plain sight. Many danced, some clamped down in more secluded places, and others drank alcohol. What a terrible sight...

But it's not that bad right now, at least not yet. As long as Scaramouche, your friend, is with you, everything is still tolerable. You try to talk somehow, but all the noises are too loud, so you decide to go in one of the school bathrooms. It's a pretty calm atmosphere in the bathroom, surprisingly no one even clings here, you're lucky. You sat down on the cold tile and breathed a sigh of relief as Scaramouche leaned against the wall opposed to you.

Scaramouche, unlike you, was patient with such parties, although he was not a big fan of them. He is popular at school because of his appearance and rude nature and probably because of his parents' financial situation. Many girls ran after him, and he didn't give a damn about them, to put it mildly.

"Do you want to smoke?" Scaramouche asked, taking cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket. There were several stickers on the lighter that you gave to Scaramouche, and the lighter itself had seen life and was shabby.