𝗼𝗻𝗲

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prologue
third person pov

"SCARAMOUCHE GET THE FUCK DOWN FROM THERE" y/n yells, as the indigo haired boy stupidly sits on the edge of the railing on the roof. "make me?" he smirks.

"can you stop being stupid for once!?" y/n scolds him, dragging him down by the ear. "ow- get the fuck off of me woman!" he yells back. "i hope next time you jump off." y/n smiles as her eye twitches.

scaramouche smiles, grabbing y/n by the chin as he places a kiss on her lips, "you wouldn't let me." y/n gags, "you're fucking disgusting! go kiss one of your eight girlfriends."

"eight?" scaramouche laughs, "if i wanted eight i could certainty make that happen, but at this point of time i have zero girlfriends."

"so don't kiss me you creep." y/n makes a disgusted face, scrunching her nose. "you could've easily pushed away, don't act like you couldn't have"

"you would've chased me anyways!" y/n argues, "you're not worth my time to chase after." scaramouche remarks as he watches y/n get visibly more angry. "if i could pick any person to drop dead right now it would be you."

"glad we feel the same way." scaramouche groans, walking away from y/n. "go die!" she yells from the distance, "you first, honey." scaramouche waves, walking out of the rooftop.

"i fucking hate him."

"god, i fucking hate her."

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