People have been talking about the student council’s vice-president, Urie. Some people find him quite attractive, while others find him a bit odd.

You were outside in the schools garden, crouched down and looking at the rose bushes when you hear a soft, but sweet voice.

“Hey. I haven’t seen you around before.” You turn around to find an very handsome young man with light orange hair which is up halfway, with a small braid on the left side of his head. His golden eyes bore into yours.