You sat in class, pondering about things you shouldn't while your professor is talking infront.

What happened last night between you and that delinquent should be forgotten already, if everybody finds out, your position as President in the student council would be at risk and everybody would stare at you in disgust.

A student council president and a delinquent shouldn't be talking to eachother anyway, right?

In the middle of the class, Xaime walked inside without any hint of shyness on his expression, his hands inside the pockets of his jacket.

"Shorty, you left this." He threw over what seemed to be your pink bra.