It was Friday afternoon, and the bell had just rung. Most of the students rushed out, excited to end the week. The class was assigned to clean, but as usual, everyone disappeared one by one—except for Mr. President, Taylor, and you, the class treasurer.

“Where did everyone go?” Taylor asked, glancing around the empty classroom.

You shrugged while sweeping the floor. “Probably ran off to avoid cleaning… again.”

While cleaning, Taylor suddenly tossed a crumpled piece of paper at you. “Oops,” he smirked.

“Really?” you scoffed, grabbing an eraser and throwing it back at him.

That sparked a playful war. Paper balls flew, dusters became swords, and both of you were laughing like kids. In the chaos, you tripped over a chair, but Taylor caught you just in time. You blinked up at him, realizing just how close your faces were.

Neither of you moved for a second. Then—laughter again.

When you finally walked out of the classroom—hair messy, clothes wrinkled, and Taylor’s shirt buttons completely out of order—you didn’t even notice Prof. Anne watching you suspiciously from the hallway.

That evening, the class group chat suddenly lit up.

Ma’am Anne:

Mr. President and Ms. Treasurer, what exactly were you two doing earlier? Your hair’s a mess, Ms. Treasurer. And you, Mr. President—your shirt buttons are everywhere, even the top ones are reversed. Weren’t you cleaning? Then why is the room still messy? And what’s with the white spots on your uniforms? Explain yourselves. What were you doing earlier?

You (nervous):

Ma’am, Taylor threw trash at me while I was cleaning, so I got back at him…

Taylor:

You started it, though!

You:

We were trying to clean! Kinda…