Scaramouche sat in class,the sun smiling gleefully upon him.The sun seemed to be in a good mood,unlike scara himself,for he was forced to sit in the same table as his foe, Tartaglia.Scara and Tartaglia's parents thought that this was a better way fo...
Scara Pov: (I might change the name of this fanfic so just a heads up) "mhm...why did the night go by so quickly..?"scaramouche said to himself, getting up to his closet and grabbing whatever clothes he had that were clean.
a few minutes later scaramouche was buttoning the last button on his shirt.He wore a white,creased shirt and he thought the creases made the shirt look better.along with the creased shirt,he had a pair of black pants from his jean collection of 361,and a beige colored jacket.he headed for the door,then suddenly remembered.."h-how could i forgotten!? i have to sit with that damn tartar sauce!oh he makes my blood boil just at the thought of him...." he sighed and exited his bedroom and headed for the front door "Wait! are you not even gonna eat breakfast?",asked Miko."i'm fine,im not hungry,and besides I'm already gonna be late if i eat breakfast now."spoke an annoyed scara.he reached for his bag and opened the door just to see... "w-what are you doing here?!"questioned a frustrated Scara to a smiling Tartaglia."Whoa buddy!no need to be soo inpolite,hehe..!" "really now? so i have no reason to be "so impolite" to you after you have been beating me up every day?makes sense"Scara said sarcastically walking past Tartaglia."Why are you even here?"Scara asked."Well,my dad told me to come and pick you up,I really didn't have a say in this..."said Tartaglia"Fine,whatever,let's just go..."
At school: "my spotify playlist has never sounded better" thought Tartaglia,zoning out to whatever the teacher was saying, thinking of nothing but the end of class."hey!"spoke the teacher startling Tartaglia "Huh..?"asked Tartaglia"I'm asking you if you know the answer to problem 3.So,do you?" "Uh....."hesitated Tartaglia"Ugh....Of course not, Scaramouche,could you show your partner how to do this problem?" "Like i have a choice..."scara said in his head.As the teacher turned his head towards the other side of the classroom,scara had to show Childe how to do the problem."How in the world do you not know this?"asked scara "Well,it's just..so many things are in this problem.." "It's simple,let me show you" responded scara.Scara subconsciously held childe's hand and controlled it on the paper to solve the problem while softly explaining.a touch of blush made it's appearance on childe's face, while trying to ignore the softness of Scara's hand over his own",and that's it,see,it's simple..hey..are you okay..?"heard Childe, snapping from him what felt like a trance.Scara was looking at him with a confused look on his face."Ah..sorry" "Whatever...it's almost time for lunch...would you want to..f-forget it.."said a hesitant scara "hmm?"inquired Tartaglia "Um...would you want to..eat lunch with me?"questioned a shy scara."Uh,sure!" Without showing it, Scara's chest embraced a cozy feeling of warmth
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