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Y/nSorry dawg I thought u wanted to remain anonymous and mysterious

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Y/n
Sorry dawg I thought u wanted to
remain anonymous and mysterious

Scaramouche 🤤
Yeah ur right
Gotta hide from the opps

Y/n
Who could possibly be ur opps💀
The math teacher?

Scaramouche 🤤
Ur mom
Is he in?

Y/n
Yeah he is
Oh no he's screaming at someone
For being on their phone
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There's a sudden shout that resounds around the otherwise silent room before the h/c girl looks up to see her very strict math teacher screaming at her classmate for being on her phone. The poor girls cheeks flush a dark pink and it reminds y/n to put her own phone away.

The door is suddenly flung open and the math teachers head turns around so quick that nobody would've been surprised if his neck suddenly snapped. At the door stood Scaramouche, the teachers biggest enemy.

He struts over to the empty seat next to y/n since his own seat was occupied by one of his classmates, who he doesn't forget to send a glare to. As he takes a seat, the people in the room can practically see the steam coming out of the teachers ears and his whole face turning a bright red.

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