Life in high school was going surprisingly well—you finally made friends, got better grades, and even got yourself a boyfriend. Everything went suspiciously smoothly, not like in previous schools

Today you were again at your boyfriend Scaramouche’s house - doing your homework together and reviewing the assigned material. Although, only your parents thought so. In fact, you did everything except study: watched a movie, kissed and hugged. Evening was approaching. Scaramouche sat silently on the sofa, caressing your head, which was on his lap