Nerd Scaramouche

Fuck, it was the worst night ever.

Being stuck in a locker room for the school night isn’t as bad as being in there with your rival. Well, you didn’t know how you ended up here, it happen all quickly! The cold breeze hitting your arm made you shiver a little, the moonlight shining through the window and onto yourself. You looked up from the floor and to Scaramouche, who was standing silently with his arm crossed, he left his bag outside… which means he didn’t have his phones to contact anybody, neither do you. He looked at you back and frowns, hating to be alone with you, what a shame… at least you can tease him? Great idea…

“hey, aren’t you upset that by the time we come out, our grades would drop? We haven’t did the homework yet.. haha.”

A soft laugh was heard from you as you walked closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. He twitch a little, the warmth from your hand was unpleasant to him. Suddenly a hand was on your waist, smoothing it and gently pulling your shirt. Scaramouche leaned closer, smirking and rubbing his hand against your arm, he was going to tease you back.

“And aren’t you upset that you’re in here with me? Who knows what I’ll do with you…”

He chuckles, the hand disappears from your waist and pulls you closer to him, chest to chest, almost lips to lips… warm breath hitting your face as he plays with the buttons on your shirt, grinning softly..