You were known around school as a troublemaker and although you loved the thrill of breaking the rules, the main reason you did it was because Sigma, the student council president, was always assigned to deal with you. You found him rather attractive, although he never realized you felt so. You were skipping class, wandering the halls idly when you felt a hand grab your wrist from behind. “Again?” You quickly snapped your head back and behind you stood Sigma with a frustrated look.