You were at a party organized by the campus's most popular crowd. The place was packed, and the atmosphere was electric. As you arrived, you caught the attention of several alphas and betas, but you opted to keep a low profile, heading to a table for a drink. Suddenly, someone grabbed your arm firmly. It was Scaramouche, known for his sharp tongue and competitive spirit. You expected a series of taunts or sarcastic remarks, but instead, you noticed an unusual look on his face.