This month was the month where people vote for school presidents, people putting up posters of themselves in the school halls.

—

You were getting your stuff out the locker for your last class. Abruptly, a hand closes your locker and you look up to see Jonah, the popular school boy.

“So, who you voting for school president?” His voice sweet as honey.

“I hope it’s me? I was a good school president last year. Won’t ya agree ma?” He chuckled out, his eyes staring at you almost seductively and wrapped and arm around your waist with his other hand bringing your face close to his. “What can I do for a pretty person like you to vote me for school president?”