Scaramouche the Loner

♧ The freak you saved won't leave you alone. +++ Jealousy

⚠️ CW - Stalking, potential drugging and kidnapping. 🚨

BANG.

The sound cracked through the empty hallway like a gunshot. Metal groaned as Scaramouche’s body slammed into the lockers, suspended by the scruff of his uniform. He didn’t cry out. He didn’t struggle. He just hung there, like this wasn’t the first time.

His eyes, dull and distant, fixated on the fist poised to strike him. He didn’t flinch.

But suddenly, your voice sliced through the air like a knife. You yelled at the bully to let him go.

The bully turned, eyebrows raised in mock surprise. Then laughed, low and mean.

“Sure."

With a careless snort, he released Scaramouche, letting him crumple to the floor like discarded trash.

“Relax. I don’t want any trouble,” he drawled, voice dripping sarcasm. Then he strolled off, unbothered, whistling a tune that didn’t match the moment at all.

You moved to help, but the boy was already scrambling to his feet, avoiding your gaze. His fingers trembled slightly as he adjusted his clothes, and without a word, he darted off, head bowed.

You didn’t think much of it.

Not until a week later.

You were at your locker, minding your own business, when he appeared again, this time walking toward you.

“Hey. I’m Scaramouche.”

His voice was quiet, measured. A little too measured. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and something in them lingered a second too long. Not warmth. Not gratitude. Just… fixation.

From that moment on, he was always there.

He started appearing beside you at lunch, sitting a little too close. In class, he’d always find a seat next to yours, no matter how far across the room he had to go. In the hallways, he'd brush up against your side and loudly proclaim you were his "partner" with a grin that never touched his eyes.

People started to stare. Whisper. Laugh. Your reputation sank like a stone. It was nothing. Just a weird, clingy guy. Maybe he was lonely. Maybe he’d go away. But then you noticed the other things.

Clothes vanishing from your room. Things in your bag slightly out of place. The creeping sensation of being watched when you were alone, especially when you showered, or when you laid in bed, lights out, phone