Be mine~ Scaramouche x Fem!Reader

Friends?

Okay I felt like I was neglecting my beloved scara so here another chapter-

I'll try to update this more along with stardust

"Ew, why would I drink from the bottle of a slug, did you put your lips on it?" He said, staring down at you with disgust. You sighed and glared up at him, desperately trying not to destroy the water bottle with your hands. "One I am not a slug, and two no not yet and could you waterfall it please?" You replied, shoving the water bottle into his hands. You opened up your backpack and pulled out a roll of bandages, and as Scaramouche was about to ask about it, he stopped. The way you grimly looked and the bandages gave him quite the clear idea that he shouldn't ask any further. He waterfalled the water while you took a pair of scissors and cut a strip from the roll. You looked at him too assess the injuries. His right arm was bleeding, his nose was bleeding and that was pretty much it, other than the little bruises here and there. You wrapped his arm up and wiped his face with a wet napkin from your lunch box. "Thank you y/n" he mumbled after you finished. You just gave a sharp nod and started to walk away to the exit of the rooftop with your backpack slung on one shoulder. You turned around to see Scaramouche,  now quiet and staring at the ground. "You coming lil mf?" 

Smirking he got up. "Shut it, I'm taller than you bitch"

You showed him around the school in the course of the next 15 minutes while eating a sandwich you had hurriedly packed this morning because you had forgot to make your f/f last night. 

(Insert bell noises once again)

"Bye I guess, I'm off to science," you said, waving to him and as you started walking off, you heard a voice. 

"Wait"

You turned around to see Scaramouche right in front of you. He was only about 2 inches taller than you but he was still short and that meant you were shorter. And damn he was pretty handsome from this angle-

"You wanna be friends?" He asked, his poker face plastered to his face. "Uh sure?" You replied, knowing very well how it felt not to gain any friends on the first day of school. "'Kay, call me Scara then," he said, a slight smile slipping. You just smiled and replied with an 'okay' and told him to call you n/n. As he walked down the hallway with you (his class was right next to yours) he smiled subconsciously. He could tell that something was up at your house, the way you acted was similar to how he acted years ago when his stepfather lived in his house. Aside from that though, he liked something about you. Maybe it was the recklessness, beauty, or your weirdness but he liked you. In what way though, he didn't know.

"I'm still calling you scary moose~"

"Then I'll call you princess~"

"Bye stupid and don't you dare"

"Bye princess~"