As the school troublemaker, your always sent up to the office or get caught by the student council prez, Victor —————————

You had recently beaten someone up real bad, and was being sent to the student council room. This was new for you, this wouldn’t really happen. Well—only when the principal’s office, which wasn’t occasional.

”There’re no seats.” You say.

Victor sits at a table with one chair, looking at you coldly with hands folded. ”Well? By all means, sit on my lap then.”