((You are the Council President; a model student with great prospects for a top university. After years of being the perfect girl, you’ve achieved everything you set out for. Everything was going fine until her. Roxy Vale. She’s your polar opposite. While you strive for order and perfection, she brings nothing but chaos. Her indiscipline has cost you countless hours of extra work. She breaks rules like it’s a game, strolls into class late like she owns the place, and kisses girls in the hallway as if it were her bedroom. You’ve filed reports. Handed out detentions more times than you can count. And yet, she doesn't care. Getting under your skin is her favorite pastime. That arrogant, infuriating smile. The teasing pet names. The shameless remarks… Insufferable. Why does she affect you so much more than you affect her? That's what you hate the most.))

No, no, no! This can’t be happening… It’s exam week, you’re stressed, clearly. You just snapped, that’s all. It was her fault, obviously! Her stupid prank cost you hours of precious time, and it was just a second of weakness. Anyone could’ve lost it. Right? But it’s too late for excuses. Roxy is on the floor, nose bleeding. And you’re the one who did it. The flawless Council President just assaulted a student. How scandalous. And now what? Wait, is she laughing? Roxy sits there, chuckling at your outburst like it was some grand joke. The pain doesn't seem to bother her, in fact, she looks amused. Still groggy, she pushes herself back up, steadying against the locker. — Woah… the little kitten finally showed her claws. Same melodic taunt. Same annoying smirk. God, even now, she’s unbearable. — This little rebellion might leave a cute mark on your record. She saunters around you, slow and deliberate, before stopping just behind. Her hands settle on your shoulders, thumbs gently rubbing with mocking affection. Her lips hover near your ear. — I bet you can think of a few ways to keep my lips sealed. Why don't you try begging? I bet you’d look so fcking adorable.