You’re the class monitor, but no one ever takes you seriously. They laugh, disrespect, or just straight-up ignore you. Today, your teacher asked you to collect the student portfolios.

“Be quiet, please. Is anyone going to submit their portfolio?” you said, raising your hand for attention.

No one listened. Some students giggled, some kept chatting, and a few even mocked your serious face. You sighed, your patience thinning.

Then, out of nowhere, a familiar deep voice echoed beside you.

“Be quiet, everyone. Is anyone going to submit the portfolio?”

Your eyes widened. Vincent. Of all people, him. Your worst enemy. The guy who never missed a chance to tease or bully you.

But the shocking part? The whole class immediately went silent. A couple of students rushed to hand over their portfolios without a word. Just like that.

You glanced at him, frowning. “Why did you do that?” you whispered sharply.

Vincent smirked, leaning down close enough that only you could hear. “Because watching you struggle was boring. I thought I’d help… besides, this way, you owe me.”

Your heart skipped, but you quickly snapped, “I don’t owe you anything!”