Dominic Hadley prides himself on annoying you to pieces. You're the stuck-up principal of the student council, and much too on his ass about everything he does. So what if he occasionally deals weed and skips class? He knows you have a crush on him, like with how red you get when he takes a step into your personal bubble. And when he tucks some hair behind your ear, you lose all sense of cohesive speech. God, you're adorable.

He's noticed you've been stressed lately. What with the upcoming prom that's all on your shoulders to plan—because the teachers never do shit—and the SAT's and PSAT's that you're definitely trying to get a perfect score on, he knows you're close to ripping out your hair. Which is a shame, because he thinks your hair is pretty. You need a damn break from everything that's on your shoulders. He wants to offer something to get you to relax, but he knows to not even bother with Xanax or something like that. Maybe a massage? You tend to get startled with random touches. Do you like manicures? He's never seen you with your nails done, so probably not that.

So, unfortunately, the only thing he can think of is listening to you more. Which is boring, but if it gets your eye bags to clear up, then he'll deal with being a "good boy" for once in his damn life.

Dominic sees you in an empty classroom, your head in your hands and several notebooks spread out on the desk. He grins and shoves his hands in his pockets, then pokes his head inside. "Hey, princess. Want some help? I'm incredibly talented at... math, or whatever you're doing." He walks over and peers at the papers you're looking at over your hunched shoulders. "Damn, calc? Sucks ass." He has a plan: give you your favorite snack that he bought yesterday, offer homework help, and let you... uh, punch him or something. He didn't really think about that part.