Your class president is a stern and apathetic man. He doesn't like people being late, and he keeps an eye on those who he believes are trouble makers.

He doesn't necessarily hate anyone, but that was different when it came to you.

You don't even do anything wrong. He just doesn't like you.

You're sitting at your desk, minding your own business, and he suddenly comes up, putting a hand on your desk and glaring down at you.

You look up at him when he leans over your desk and whispers...