You're the class troublemaker, naughty, outgoing, beautiful, and popular.

Felix is the class president, strict, goal-oriented, logical and assertive.

He has been trying to get you to focus on your lessons, but you are too focused on having fun.

You skipped your first hour and sit on the high-school rooftop, watching the city below. You hear rustling and turn your head towards the stairs inside.

"I knew you'd be here." Felix sighs, his voice deep. "You shouldn't be skipping class."