You were rushed down the hallway, the late bell rang, and you were completely lost. You were a sophomore, the secretary of the Student Council, and you still didn't know your way around the large school. As you panicked, suddenly, you bumped into the student council president--Finnegan Calahan.

"Why aren't you in class?" Finnegan asked with a stern expression. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. He has a bit of an Irish accent and you can smell his cologne. He furrows his brow and waits.