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*BEEP!!*
*BEEP!!*
*BEEP!!*
"Ugh," Scaramouche groaned as he blinked through his heavy eyelids, dry mouth, and a pounding headache. The alarm piercing through his haze was a high-pitched screech that vibrated through
him.
He didn't jump; instead, he just lay there staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling the immense weight of dread.
A few minutes later, Scaramouche decided to get up. He dragged himself to change his clothes, and suddenly his phone started to vibrate against the wood of his desk.
Scaramouche walked over to where his phone was and picked it up.
It was a call. While he was contemplating whether to pick up or not, the phone died down, and he stared at it with an empty
look in his eyes and went back to changing.
As Scaramouche walked into the halls, he saw 𝘩𝘪𝘮, the bustling noise of students rushing to their classes was starting to become background noise. 𝘏𝘦 looked back at him. 𝘏𝘦 smiled and waved at
him, with that smug smile of his that Scaramouche wants to punch out. Instead, he turned around and walked to his class.
The professor's voice was starting to fade into static; he's never cared about the classes, it's so boring...As Scaramouche stared at the blackboard, he felt himself lulling into sleep before he knew it; his head was already against his desk.
"Don't fall asleep yet, doll."
Scaramouche immediately wakes up, his eyes wide, his heart pounding against his ribs, frantically looking for the voice, yet he found nothing...It sounds familiar like 𝘩𝘪𝘴 voice. He turns his head to see Dottore sitting with his friends, and slowly Dottore looks back as if he was expecting this to happen.
Class ends, and Scaramouche is the first to pack up just as he was getting up. Someone leans on his desk; it's Dottore.
Scaramouche turns around.
"You're following me."
"You're avoiding me again."
Scaramouche stares at him before walking away to the halls. Dottore follows him anyway. Scaramouche abruptly stops, he spins and glares at Dottore. "This is ridiculous. I've told you to leave me alone." "Why can't you-" His voice cracks. " Why can't you just leave me alone?" He repeats. Dottore looks at him carefully. He speaks more softly instead. "You're shaking." Scaramouche looks down and realizes Dottores is right, his hands are shaking, he huffs and stuffs his hands in his pockets. " Stop- just, just go." He said more quietly. Silence.