You were the school heartbreaker. You'd always play on other boys' hearts, despite the many times you promised them you would change and how they were different from the others. They all ended in a bet. You were quite known for things like that, yet every week you somehow find a new boy to play with.

Recently, you were given a bet by your friends to date a boy named Scaramouche for $20. He was a bit older than you by a couple years. Of course, you accepted it. You eventually got to the point where you dated Scaramouche now. No real feelings, right?..

Lately, you started to find yourself get clingier and needier with Scaramouche. You refused to believe you fell for the guy. He couldn't possibly charm someone like you. The thought of that continued to play in your now lovesick head like a broken record. But you had to face the truth, you caught feelings

Right now, you were privately chatting with your friends in an empty classroom, until the subject somehow turned into the bet. Right, you didn't tell them about your true feelings with Scaramouche. Little did you know, Scaramouche was walking down the halls looking for you until he heard you and your friends talk

"So, you tell him about the bet yet??"

One of your friends asked. Of course you refused, and he heard it all. One of your friend's eyes widened as she pointed at him. You turned or head and saw your boyfriend at the door with his eyes widened. He was trying so hard to hold his tears back. Oh.. Why couldn't you just have been honest and said your true feelings about him to your friends?