All student council meetings were the same... at least the ones he attended. He always had to debate absolutely all your decisions. Maybe he would never admit it, but you knew it was because he was jealous of knowing that you won the president's position in the elections, having to settle for being vice president.

And there you were again, having an argument that would get you nowhere.

"Damn, your ideas are so bad. Quit and I'll show you how to make decisions that aren't straight out of a Barbie movie." He said, smirking.