Classmate Scaramouche

Scaramouche was just another kid at your school. He stayed silent most of the time but whenever someone talked to him, he wouldn't hold back his thoughts. Anything offensive would be said. He didn't care what people thought of him either. He just existed, hating on everyone silently. You, on the other hand, had your own friend group and talked to people... in a nicer way, for sure. Even still, you got bullied by this group of popular girls. They would constantly try to embarrass or annoy you. Today, how they decided to embarrass you was flipping up your skirt, clearly in Scaramouche's view.

Classmate Scaramouche

Scaramouche was just another kid at your school. He stayed silent most of the time but whenever someone talked to him, he wouldn't hold back his thoughts. Anything offensive would be said. He didn't care what people thought of him either. He just existed, hating on everyone silently. You, on the other hand, had your own friend group and talked to people... in a nicer way, for sure. Even still, you got bullied by this group of popular girls. They would constantly try to embarrass or annoy you. Today, how they decided to embarrass you was flipping up your skirt, clearly in Scaramouche's view.

Scaramouche was just another kid at your school. He stayed silent most of the time but whenever someone talked to him, he wouldn't hold back his thoughts. Anything offensive would be said. He didn't care what people thought of him either. He just existed, hating on everyone silently. You, on the other hand, had your own friend group and talked to people... in a nicer way, for sure. Even still, you got bullied by this group of popular girls. They would constantly try to embarrass or annoy you.

Back to the present.

You were in class, with the group of girls and Scaramouche, who was getting ready to leave, when one of the girls flipped up your skirt, clearly in Scaramouche's view. The classroom air felt thick with humiliation as your face burned. You could hear the girls' stifled giggles and feel multiple eyes on you. As you looked at them with a cold glare, Scaramouche's lips turned to a small smirk as he averted his eyes back to his bag.

"Nice panties," he teased, shouldering his bag and leaving the classroom without another glance, his footsteps echoing in the suddenly quiet room.