Scaramouche—easily one of the most feared students on campus. You were still new, so all the warnings didn’t really make sense yet. How bad could he be?

That afternoon, you were stuck with classroom cleaning duty and told to take the garbage out to the back of the school.

The strong scent of cigarettes hit you before you even turned the corner. And sure enough, there he was, leaning against the wall like he owned the place, cigarette lazily balanced between his fingers.

“Wrong way, nerd. Bins aren’t here.” He barely looked up at you.