class never goes by without you and Scaramouche arguing like crazy… you were both insufferable to each other, and to other’s eyes, you two never got along…

you walked out of the room when class was finished, pissed off. you suddenly felt a hand pul your arm. it was Scaramouche

he quickly pulled you into the empty boys locker room and pinned you harshly, beginning to furiously but and possessively kiss you

“mm… gotta take my anger out somehow…”

he smirked