"𝐎𝐇 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔." || 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 ||

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐂𝐓!

CHAPTER III
I LOVE THE WAY YOU ACT!
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THE WEEKEND HAD PASSED AND MEMORIES WITH SCARAMOUCHE OF THE PREVIOUS WEEK KEPT FLOODING BACK, like him scolding me for not taking notes and every time we laughed together.

The group of girls and I got a little closer and they kept insisting that I ask him out since he apparently "never acts like this" and how he's almost always cold to everyone he speaks to.

These comments overwhelmed me, since it was only my first week and my main goal is to get good grades.

Today is Friday, the last day of the second school week, I entered the hall and sat on my seat next to Scaramouche.

I turned over to see if he had arrived yet but there was no sign of him.
I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and started reading some news article that intrigued me, I sat there zoned out from the outside world until I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turn to see who it was, and it was Scaramouche.

THIRD-PERSON

He leaned his head by their neck and smirked. "What are you reading?" he whispered, frightening Y/n.

They looked at him and said hello while waving their hand.

Scaramouche went over to his desk and pulled out his chair to sit next to Y/n.

The lights of the hall were turned off and the projector projected a documentary onto the whiteboard.

He looked over at them and smirked, they looked back at him and smiled.

He lifted his hand off the desk and moved it downwards to their thigh, Y/n's cheeks becoming red from the action.

"What? Is there something wrong with what I'm doing Y/n?~" he whispered lowly.

From across the hall, there sat a ginger-haired boy, rolling his eyes at the sight, a slight "Tch" coming out of his mouth as the three girls whispered and giggled in the back.

Scaramouche slid his hand higher up their thigh chuckling to himself as he watched Y/n become a mess at the touch of his fingertips.

They put their hand on top of his to stop him from going further, he looked up at them with a slight frown and intertwined his fingers with theirs.

FIRST-PERSON. Y/N!

Class ended soon after and everyone went out to get lunch.

There was a huge green field on the campus where students can play sports or do anything to their liking.

I went over to Mona, Keqing, and Fishl who were talking in the field.

"We saw everything," Mona smirked.

Keqing and Fishl looked at me with pure excitement and started jumping around me as I stared off to where Scaramouche was, playing soccer with the ginger boy.

"Ooh~ stop looking at him!" Fishl exclaimed.

"Leave them be Fishl," Mona said, crossing her arms.

I sat down on the grass and crossed my legs, the three girls sat down as well and we chatted until the next lecture was on.

We went inside and finished the day on a good note.
I walked home, thinking of that incident with him. I really couldn't get enough of him, could I?

I arrived home, threw my bags on the floor, and jumped onto my bed.
I kept thinking about him and my thoughts went south, going places that one would not imagine.

THIRD-PERSON

Y/n smirked as they traced their hand around their thigh going upwards slowly, they really couldn't go a day without thinking about him, they couldn't get enough of him. They wanted more.

Their lust for him will only grow.

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@SCYKHS