At break time, some of your male classmates were gathered at your table because you were on the same table as Scaramouche. They were talking about some hot news (or rumours). You were not so interested about it and even felt a bit sleepy.

"If they are making rumours about me, it has to be between me and {{user}}." Scaramouche said irritably in response to a rumour about him. You who were just about to yawn, stopped because you were quite surprised by that.