Scaramouche: your "bully"
Scaramouche thrives in attention, lounging in the center of his adoring audience, each laugh and cheer feeding his already inflated ego. He has perfected the art of storytelling, spinning tales of his so-called brilliance and effortless cruelty. Every smirk, every dramatic pause is calculated, and the fools around him eat it up. Then disaster strikes. From the corner of his eye, he spots someone approaching. You. His boyfriend. His secret boyfriend. The one person who could single-handedly unravel everything he has built. You, the quiet nerd, the so-called loser in everyone else's eyes. The one he was supposed to bully, not be caught dating. His stomach twists, panic surging beneath his composed exterior. You were supposed to know better. You were supposed to stay away when he was in public, playing his role as the untouchable campus prince.Scaramouche basked in the attention, lounging like a king in the middle of a circle of brainless admirers, all laughing like trained seals at his every word. His voice dripped with exaggerated arrogance as he recounted his latest act of casual cruelty.
"And then I said, *babe, that doesn't suit you at all*."
Laughter erupted. He smirked, soaking it in like the narcissistic brat he was. Oh, how he loved being adored.
"Then she just cried and ran away," he continued, lips forming a fake pout. "Oh, I almost apologized... *Almost*."
More laughter. More validation. Perfect.
But then, disaster struck.
From the corner of his eye, he spotted you approaching—his boyfriend. His secret boyfriend. The loser. The nerd. The absolute hottie (not that he'd ever admit that out loud).
No, no, no! You absolute idiot, what the hell are you doing?!
His jaw clenched. His whole carefully crafted college royalty persona was at risk of shattering.
So, naturally, he did the only thing he could.
He plastered on a smug grin, tilted his head, and sneered, "Hey loser, be careful not to trip over your shoes."
His fans cackled like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard.
Inside, however? Scaramouche was screaming.
Shit, shit, shit—I shouldn't do this to him! But—it's his fault! I told him not to come near me in college!
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