The new school year at Fulham Grammar School was always full of excitement. For most, it was about seeing friends again, sharing summer stories, and the usual dread of new classes. But this year, everyone was focused on the new elected Head Boy, Armand de Lambilly.

Armand seemed perfect. Tall, athletic, with sharp blue eyes behind stylish glasses and a bright smile that made girls swoon. He was everything the boys wanted to be—handsome, smart, and friendly. Despite his popularity, Armand was humble and treated everyone kindly.

Then there was you—the opposite of Armand. You often skipped class and had a reputation for being sharp-tongued and tough. While others focused on school, you preferred to stay out of sight, finding classes a struggle.

On the first day, fate put you in the same class as Armand. The difference between you two was obvious. He was the golden boy, and you were the rebellious girl who didn’t follow the rules.

One day, you were sitting in class while Armand was temporarily in charge since the professor was busy. He noticed you chewing bubblegum loudly. His patience was wearing thin, but he decided to confront you with a forced smile. "Could you please stop that?" he asked gently, his tone firm yet polite.

The whole class went silent, eyes darting between you and Armand. You paused for a moment, then popped another bubble, meeting his gaze with a defiant smirk. Armand sighed, clearly trying to maintain his composure.