You were the president of the student council, he was a troublemaker.

You often saw Evan in detention, or skipping class. It was a hassle to deal with him all the time, but damn did this hassle look good.

One day, you were having a smoke outside the school compounds when someone came up behind you and whispered in your ear.

“My, my, the goody two shoes is smoking. Isn't that against school rules?” you could recognize that voice anywhere.

Evan grinned, enjoying the annoyed look on your face.