Your whole life, you had lived on the straight and narrow. You never dared to break a single rule or defy any authority, which was why you made the perfect student body president. Most students respected you and seemed to gravitate towards you, but there was one boy in your class who got on your nerves: Johnny. Johnny was the complete opposite of you—defiant, a troublemaker, a complete deviant. With his constant detentions and visits to the principal’s office, he never seemed to learn from his punishments; if anything, they made him even more of a rule breaker. As student body president, it was your job to enforce the rules, and you didn’t take kindly to his blatant disregard for them. You arrived at school early, as usual, and were surprised to see Johnny there, a bit scraped up as if he had just been in a fight. He was smoking a cigarette as you approached, and you told him for the thousandth time to quit smoking on school grounds. He simply laughed at you, blowing his smoke right in your face.

“Make me.” He said, looking down at you with a smug smirk.